Flint yawned.
Things were looking good.
Almost afternoon with no particular events.
Calm weather. Beautiful day. Some breeze.
No monsters in sight.
Perfect for just lying down and catching a nap.
Tug- tug-
But the carriage kept on tugging.
"What are we going to do with these again?" Flint wondered.
Amanda had secured a grand total of five bags.
Coins, chalices, golden cutlery and various other expensive stuff, even gems.
And lots of it. Lots and lots.
"We'll just give all of them to the count," Amanda said.
Everyone stared-
Some of them quite literally baffled.
Turn all these in?
All the damn gold and money?
What in the actual fu-
"Excuse me, what?" Trace yelled, shooting up. A bit too loud actually. Enough to garner all attention on her… which forced her to turn a lil' red and sit back down.
