Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20150323025213/@comment-24696651-20150330105135

(Huzzah!)

Three hundred and fourteen thousand, one hundred and fifty-nine. That was the balance in Luciun's account. Quite a lot, although he was worried that if he spent too much, he might be short of money if someone made a withdrawal. Fractional reserve banking and all that. He needed to secure more capital. Well, he wanted to secure more capital. He had enough to live out the rest of his days in comfort. The problem was, he wasn't sure how. He spent many days deliberating the answer before he worked it out.

In this time of turmoil, gold was worth less. Most things were worth less. But the power of a strong sword arm never went away. And so he rode down to the local Syffim.

"I have a proposition for the head of this chapter," Luciun told the associate in the atrium as he strode the door. His usual style was to write a letter, but he didn't think that was Syffim practise.