"Master, it's time for us to depart."
The morning had dawned once again over the horizon of Hellsburg, the city was bustling again as usual.
The noise, of haggling between a few adventurers and vendors, was dominant while the clopping of horseshoes adds one after another.
There was a carriage that had stopped right in front of the mansion, a humble-looking vehicle pulled by a horse.
[Grantt]: "Is that everything? Are you sure we don't need anything other than... a bag of gold, swords, two sets of clothes, and... gold bars?"
[Marcus]: "Yes, Master. Just in case we need more money, we can sell the gold bars. They would fetch a high price in the capital as they are most likely to be expensive there as said by Altora."
[Grantt]: "But doesn't that makes us more likely to be robbed?"
[Marcus]: "What doesn't make sense is that you are worried about being robbed. I'd rather worry about them."
