[Easier, she thinks, to keep it under her shirt. Anyone who attempts to pick such a pocket will come to her claws long before they reach any coin. But there is no reason to tell him that.
She's quiet for a bit in the darkened room, up where the air is warm and a little stale, wondering just what he did to become the advisor to all those other elves.]
They did not know how to use money. [Not a question, not exactly.] Why?
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She's quiet for a bit in the darkened room, up where the air is warm and a little stale, wondering just what he did to become the advisor to all those other elves.]
They did not know how to use money. [Not a question, not exactly.] Why?