"You would need to times their number by a hundred, and you would still not have enough coin to match the worth of what you've stolen from Earl Brighteyes," the nobleman said. "Fear not, however. The Earl is a magnanimous man. He recognizes that a plebeian was not want to know what he was taking, given the location of the product. He will allow you, if you return her now, to do so with a hundred gold pieces in compensation," the nobleman said.
"A hundred gold pieces..?" Vol said, his voice shallow, and his eyes widening, feigning a reverence of that sum that he might have had in the past. There was a quick shift after that, however. He pulled a face of disgust, and spat at the man's feet. "A hundred gold isn't enough to wipe my arse with, nobleman."
