Two days earlier on Daniel's planet.
"How much is it?" Daniel asked while rubbing his sore left palm with his right thumb.
Aeron was the first one to respond, and while shaking both of his hands, he said "I have my five hundred here. Want to take a look at them?" Both of his hands were in no better state that Daniel's left hand, which hurt due to the constant strain which they had to endure during the past couple of days.
"There is no need. How about you, Xargy?" responded Daniel while turning to look at the clearly embarrassed dragon in human-like form. He was sitting at a table above which were about a hundred written sheets of paper, and four times as many clean ones. From his nostrils, two columns of smoke came out in puffs, and his expression was one of exasperation.
