Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20190828021314/@comment-5543592-20190828034607

Old Smith looked between them before moving between the machinery, heading to the back of the room. He unlocked a lockbox on the countertop and rifled through it. It took a while, longer than it should've, before he returned with a pathetic looking purse of coins.

He dropped it into Bjorn's hand. The warrior stared at it, unimpressed. "This isn't enough." He stated.

"It's all I have." Old Smith admitted. "You're too early in the week."

Bjorn laughed mockingly. "They should start calling you Poor Smith."

The old man said nothing. His lips were pressed in that tight line again.

"I'll be back in two days." He held up the purse of coins and shook it. The meager coins jiggled about inside. "Have more next time."