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>Sack of Coins, Special Metal Bar, Locked Grimoire
>Combining Dick Statue and Mystery Potion into ???
>Cantrips get kept. Might add minor blessings too.
You let out a low whistle as you raise one of the coins from the goblin horde into the sunlight, and admire its gleam in the light. While you have no scale to measure it, the gold coin feels like it weighs a solid ounce in your hands. Where ever they came from, that place spoke neither the local tongue of Affonid nor the trade tongue of Masnach. The script used to engrave words upon the head and tail of the coin brings up old memories of a time long ago spent wandering, before you met the Hero of a Thousand Faces and he planted the seed of change within you in the name of his Goddess. A long and distant memory, foggy and clouded, but you remember snow and evergreen forests, and a folk whose eyes possessed no upper lid.
On the head of the coin is a depiction of a handsome young man with long hair held high in a topknot, the scar that covers half his face doing little to detract from his masculine beauty. In other words, a total hotty. Exotic looking too. Not that you have anything to complain about the good looks of the Affonids you live with, but people from other lands are always eye catching in just how different they look.
On the tail is a castle or a palace of some sort, you can't quite tell. It doesn't have the crenellations and other defensive structures that the Blue Castle in Riverton has, but there are other things on it that might serve a similar purpose.
Just one of these coins could keep a large family comfortable for a month or two, depending on how frugal they chose to be. Fifteen of them made for a bounty worth the time and effort to make all those goblins wither away, and you got a hundred and fifty silver on top of that. It only cost you the price of a cheap linen dress, but your panties at least managed to survive the ordeal without needing much repair beyond cleaning. That and a few days worth of rations, and well... you would have needed to eat and drink anyways, so who's counting that?
"Now who did those greenskins rob to get their hands on these...?" you ask the empty forest around you. Tradesmen bearing coins from beyond the Sandsea are a rare sight in Affonid lands. You would have heard; they might call you Monster Bait for your methods, but you're one of the top rankers in Riverton. "Must have been scavenged from some poor soul in the deep. I'll say a prayer for you on the road, nameless one, so you'll know that you've been avenged!"
You slip the coin back into your money pouch, where it clinks next to a handful of silver coins taken from the sack you stuffed into your backpack with the other loot that caught your eye.
