"We'll do top three, then everyone's equal after that," Vol said. "You go and take thirty gold and some jewellery, Northy."
"Thirty golds AND jewellery?" Northy whistled. "Gods, those are some pricey heads that I pounded in. If only every head was worth so damn much." He made a great show of choosing his coin pouches and peering inside of them, doing his very best to irritate those that were waiting, and he seemed to be succeeding well enough. He nabbed himself a handsome necklace as well, which would no doubt be worth close to ten golds by itself.
"Borne, twenty-five gold and some jewellery," Vol said.
The foreigner nodded proudly and marched forward, as though this were an awards ceremony. In a way, it sort of was. Though there were only a little over ten of them standing as survivors, they had most of everyone else in the village looking their way as well. The shine of gold was bright enough to draw all manner of eyes.
