"It's just... like being in a dream."
Moray stared at the Shilling on the table, whispering in disbelief that he got them so easily. But he also felt a bit worried: "Are you sure it's true? That the plant disease is caused by those heretics, and they're plotting something bigger...?"
If it's false, they should run away now. If it's true, this money is well-earned, but it doesn't bring happiness...
"Who knows." Parker replied drunkenly while holding a bottle.
"Uh..." Moray looked back at the Shilling on the table, feeling a bit eager. "Take your reward and put it away, don't let those guys find it."
"No. You should take it."
"What? This isn't—" Moray was about to argue, but Parker interrupted rudely. "Why not? Anyway, it's going to be used for drinking hic—"
"Alright... I'll set this money aside and only use it to buy drinks for you and me," Moray said, licking the taste of alcohol from his lips and reaching for them.
