Vol nodded absently. "I'm thinking of getting myself a few things."
"Why not spend extra?" Harland asked. "Get yourself something worthy of the man that wields it. When you're as good with an axe as you are, I reckon that's the point where it's worth spending a few golds on a better piece."
"A few golds?" Just saying it aloud was enough to make Vol shudder. Even though silvers were what he spent on meat now, he still hadn't completely lost his poor mentality, and his old way of calculating wealth. In the back of his mind, he had it set, that with ten golds in his pockets, he could easily live a year or two without work, if he chose to live just a little bit more simply than he was.
"Oh, that is good," Borne said nodding. He pulled at the furs on Vol's chest. "No mail? Needs mail. But only if you want. Some people hate it."
"I don't hate it, I just haven't found any that fit," Vol said.
