"Do you, perhaps, take gold?" I asked as I pretended to dig through my pockets. Zeal loomed over my head with curiosity, somehow looking more unconvinced than the dwarf I was trying to negotiate with.
"Gold coin? Of course! One gold coin will get ya three high valleys. Two for you and one for yer little girl."
Zeal frowned.
"I stand corrected. Two for the little girl and one for you!"
I was sorely tempted to give him a gold bar. But there was a risk of repeating the same ordeal as with Mr. Bobby from a mere few weeks ago.
I had grown accustomed to not having had money involved in my long years of solitude. Not only did I have an abundance of both gold and silver, but there was nobody for me to transact with.
Hence why I had no minted coins of any sort in storage back home, or at all. My helpers could perhaps mint these coins in bulk, but doing so may just attract the same suspicion as paying with an almost perfectly pure gold bar.
