Olivier’s group had in total twelve people. They entered a restaurant, then headed to a corner of the restaurant and sat down at three round tables.
“Captain, you found an amethyst. Don’t be stingy.” Someone called out.
“Same old rules!” The leader, the big-bearded captain, laughed loudly. “Each person a bottle of Norcha [Nuo’si’sha]. If you want to drink more, buy it yourself.” Immediately, the big-bearded captain called out in a high voice, “Hey, hurry up! Twelve bottles of Norcha!”
Norcha was a fairly good brand of wine. One bottle cost around ten inkstones, while twelve cost a hundred and twenty.
Generally speaking, whoever amongst them found an amethyst would invite others to celebrate with them. After all, mining amethysts was a matter of luck. If your luck was good, you’d find one every few days. If your luck was poor, a thousand years could pass without one.
Seizing the bottle of wine, Olivier took a gulp, but his forehead was faintly creased in a frown.
