With another day embracing the capital of Bernes.
Currently in the middle district where all kinds of merchants and shops were. In a shop that had a sign of a middle and some cloth, a man wearing a black cloak walked out of the shop.
Or to be more specifically an Undead.
"Thanks for comming~." A charming voice waved at the leaving customer
"Ugh...I should even go to one of those merchants instead of here." Holding this newly bought black cloak that was made from dark shephards wool or whatever the woman called that thing and quickly left this place.
Although Danzel didn´t like to spend this gold on pretty much anything, he soon realized through the amount of gold that he had.
It was getting to the point that he couldn´t carry more than 100 gold coins with him. Anymore more and the self invendended rib bag would break through the weight alone!
That by itself annoyed him to the teeth.
