It wasn't long until they entirety of their small remaining squadron was wearing a new set of clothes. Some had seen fit to search out for repairs to their armour, but such repairs were unlikely to be solved for a number of days. The local smiths stared at them all in doubt as they made such requests. They were not expressions that Vol had missed.
He too had his coin exchanged entirely for the local currency. Even with Penelope doing the deed, as a noble woman, the old man running the coin exchange had been hardly able to keep his eyebrow from being raised.
"Is something the matter?" Penelope had asked, a degree of sternness in her voice.
"Oh… It's just, one doesn't often see this amount in coin every day," the man said, humbly dipping his head to show his intention not to offend.
