"You are not going to participate in the opening day?" Irea asked as soon as she returned from the kitchen. As the cook of the camp, she was already used to waking up earlier than anyone just to prepare everything for a healthy meal.
But this time, Layn didn't slack for long past her. By the time she returned from her early round of kitchen duty, the archmage already sat on the earthy floor of their house, working on the coins.
"I don't really have time nor interest in that," Layn shrugged, putting a small knife away. With how rare the metal was in this place, had no other choice but to rely on stone to prepare the coins. "And I still need to get all those coins ready," he added, pointing at a set of smithing tools littering the floor.
