Garvin sat in a shadowy corner of a bustling tavern, nursing a small drink and slowly coming to terms with his newfound wealth. He was a rich man now, something that felt both exhilarating and dangerously surreal.
He was down-to-earth enough to realize that walking around with a fortune in silver could easily turn deadly if he wasn't careful. Carrying enough money to buy a fine war-horse and live comfortably for years wasn't wise in a place like this, so he'd already taken steps to safeguard his fortune. The night before, he'd secured a private room and hidden most of his silver in a spot only he knew, a small, carefully dug hole behind a loose floorboard under his bed.
