"We already have most of the money and the charity fair is going to get the rest. We don't need your help, Grandpa Thinker!" Callan Perry said.
The adventurers who spoke for little Theanore had gotten to him with the good news just this morning. With 76,000 coins, they now only needed to make the sale of enchanted items and the fair, and they were all set.
"Surely, you don't have the full amount. I can…" But Grandpa Thinker was cut off by the chief editor.
"I don't think that the little girl would like to be funded by you, even partially. Please, leave," Grandpa Thinker took his coin sack and exited the publishing house. His head hung low as he went through the streets.
People were giving him a wide berth; afraid they would get on the bad list if they hindered his progress.
