I stare at a pouch that has been presented in front of me. It's a beautiful little pouch with intricate embroideries and a ribbon with a Magic Stone.
Yes. If it contains a Magic Stone, it can only mean that it is a magic item.
It's a wonderful gift… a wonderful… gift.
"Why are you staring at your wallet like it's some abomination?"
Phoenix's words stab me like a sword.
Yes. This magic pouch in front of me is… my wallet.
"I'm… Well…" I hesitate to voice what exactly it is that bothers me about the item in front of me.
"Is the money inside too little, Ann?"
No, Father. It's the opposite.
"See, we should have just asked them to give her a thousand gold pieces instead of seven hundred."
"No!" I cry out horrified by Phoenix's suggestion.
Does one not know how much a gold piec
