The air was filled with disbelief. There were fifty bulky chests full of gold and silver coins that sat on one side of the room, looking like a small mountain made up of riches. An unbelievable sight in a province such as Azkai, like sparkles in the desert.
Sunbeams came through windows shaped into arches, giving an almost sacred shine over this gold treasure. The gasps had changed into silent shock as jaws hung open with admiration mingled with doubt. Grolf, the leader, always perfect in his coolness, had a glint of surprise moving across his stern look.
Grant, who usually bore Azkai's troubles stoically, stood still with amazement shining openly from his eyes, while Aira, the one known for her unshakable nerves, seemed for once at a loss for words.
