"You are back and this time, I hope you brought the right currency"
The woman whom Cain met when he came to a bar he chanced upon asked him as soon as she saw him walk in.
"If you meant about this," said Cain bringing out a small stack of intricately carved wooden discs and showing it to the woman, "then yes, it was hard getting my hands on it. Had to compel a whole lot to get this"
He said placing it on the table in front of the woman, she collected it and began preparing her finest wine for Cain.
The woman's eyes sparkled with anticipation as she counted the wooden discs, nodding approvingly at the stack Cain had brought. "Impressive," she remarked, a hint of admiration lacing her voice. "You always manage to come through, Cain."
Cain grinned, basking in the praise. "I do try my best," he replied, leaning back in his chair as he watched the woman expertly pour the wine. The rich aroma filled the air, mingling with the warm ambiance of the tavern.
