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The company remains to oversee the exchange of captives and once that is smoothly concluded, retires to the town of Freminister to spend the money. Each man is given a sixpence of silver--more money than you have ever held in your life--whose use is left to their own imagination and wisdom. Some in the company are pooling their pensions to have a better chance at dice. Others convert the silver to its more agreeable forms: spirits, mutton, and a full bed. Carwyn is among the worst such spendthrifts and has an inordinate fondness for drink (for women too, though he seems not to prefer the paying kind--he is a hunter in all things). Then there are those like the sergeant, whose first thought is of the blacksmith and the repair of arms and armor. Or the enigmatic captain, whose lion's share he feeds into a small chest, its ultimate purpose a mystery to all.
As for your wage...
>You pool it with the others for a chance to win back double
>You follow Carwyn's lead in revelry
>You ask the captain to hold it for you
>You ask the sergeant for advice
>Write-in
