"The Gold inside is probably worth about two hundred and forty Gold Coins," the old man said. "I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Durandel, a member of the Gray Hand."
"Hello," Colin greeted him.
It felt as if the man had seen right through him. Every word he spoke seemed to connect with Colin's own thoughts.
Besides that, the old man had a strange accent.
It carried Kase's Orcish accent, yet was also mixed with the unique cadence of an Elf, like Ale's. Perhaps it was a result of his many years traveling the world.
"Alright, I won't be a wet blanket. You should all go see your rooms and get settled. The rest of the journey should be trouble-free," Durandel said, waving his hand. "Just wait a moment. The ship's first mate will take you to your quarters."
With that, he walked over to the helm and started chatting with the captain.
Colin put the pouch back in his backpack. 'It would be best to find a professional shop to divide the Gold,' he thought.
