Chapter Twenty-Seven
Forbidden
slowly strolled between the stalls, checking out what each vendor had to offer. She paused near a fruit cart to stare at the small, globular treats for sale, and her hand went to the few gold coins she carried in her pocket. Like her own tribe, the people of Alta often traded goods and services for things they needed. But on those rare occasions when people came to the compound to sell their wares on market days, it was easier to exchange for gold coin. Every battle lord created their own currency from nuggets or jewelry, melted down and reformed into thumbnail-sized squares or circles, which were then embossed with the battle lord’s likeness or symbol to designate where the money originated. paid his soldiers in gold coin, and had given her a handful to
