From the peak of the hill of golden treasure, a few gold coins rolled down, jingling as they bumped on the other precious fortunes. A coin rolled, reaching the floor with a clink, spinning, and finally bumping the foot of the youth standing beside the human-sized hill. Silver eyes blinked curiously.
Moulin bent down to pick up the coin and assessed it with a tilted head. 'Shiny...'
Without another thought, he dropped the coin on another pile and began to walk. For some reason, he feared that if he touched something for too long, he would trigger a trap or unleash the guardian beast protecting this horde of precious things. It was an absurd thought, but one can never be too careful. His main concern was finding a way out of this place.
