"Alright, let's count it!" Rizki leaned back, sprawled across a table stacked high with the spoils of their recent coliseum task. It had only been a few moments since the chaotic incident, and now, as he gazed at the glittering mound of gold before him, he began the task of counting their loot. Beside him, he casually scribbled down numbers with a quill pen, and all the mercenaries in the room had their eyes fixed on him.
Rizki found himself in the notorious tavern where bounty hunters and mercenaries gathered to earn their keep, be it through protection contracts, coliseum battles, or bounty hunting.
In a relaxed manner, he gently nudged Everyn aside. She protested, "Why?" when Rizki did so.
"Hands off from the table, please," Rizki requested. He continued, "I'm counting the gold now. Any mishaps will make the calculation go wrong, and I may need to recount those if it happens."
