Axelius leaned against the counter, watching the chaos unfold like it was a play written just for him. Laughter echoed, mugs clinked, and even the grumpiest mercs were smiling now.
He smirked, pulled a gold coin from his pouch, flicked it into the air, and muttered under his breath with a satisfied sigh, "Money really is the best."
Then he started walking through the crowd, casually flicking one gold coin at a time toward random adventurers, one hand still in his pocket like it was nothing.
"Here."
"To you."
"Don't spend it all in one place."
Flick. Toss. Land. Cheers.
The room exploded again.
"HE'S GIVING GOLD!"
"THAT'S A WHOLE TEN SILVER COINS!"
"ARE YOU SERIOUS? THIS IS ROYAL MONEY!"
"I'M JOINING HIS SIDE. WHATEVER SIDE HE'S ON!"
One rough-looking man held up the gold coin like it was a holy relic, eyes wide. "Do you know how many weeks I'd have to work for this?"
