Old Brute realized he had stumbled upon a stroke of great luck. Suppressing the excitement in his heart, his expression turned sly. He covered his mouth with his right hand while his eyes drifted restlessly.
"Did you bring the money?"
"Brought it." The man jingled the money pouch behind his clothes, producing the sound Old Brute loved most—it was Yule's voice.
"Good, let's make the exchange quickly."
"Wait, let me see the medicine first."
