Back to his seat, uncovered by clouds, Arthur stared at the purplish sky, teasing his tongue with his fork.
'It didn't take my hunger away though.' Arthur thought, he was even thinking of getting a refill.
'No, that's not what I need.' He snarled to himself.
Turning around, he saw afar Seisyll, eating in a dark corner of the square, and as he had the chance, Arthur asked Seisyll to get his hands on some green coal. He wanted to taste it. The omnimancer couldn't help smiling as he pulled a well-filled pouch out of his pocket.
"They pay me when I treat them; many things can be haggled over in the camp with that. Even sex." He said, his smile almost reaching his ears.
It was as easy as asking. Arthur inspected the contents of the pouch thoughtfully. It resembled metal indeed, but the shine didn't give it away. He checked the hardness of a nugget between his fingers.
