Gaven, slightly reminiscing, organized his memories and said, "Hanson, at first, you gave me half a cart of grain and a pot, which should be the investment you're always talking about.
But during the first delivery, when you brought three carts of moldy and stale grain, I had already given you a cart of high-quality iron ore, sufficient to offset the previous account.
The second time, you brought five carts of moldy and stale grain, and I similarly filled your wagons with high-quality iron ore, and if my calculations are correct, that transaction alone should earn you a fivefold profit, not a dime less.
Today is the third time, am I wrong in what I have said?
Of course, financial accounts can be settled this way, but emotional debts cannot. Today, I will also make your emotional debts clear, Anna, did you bring the thing I asked you to get?"
"Brought... brought it here." The Maiden Priestess ran over, panting, still holding a small wooden box in her hands.
