Fists of Silver
The rest of the day was pretty normal. I washed up, ate some good food from the city, bought some essentials for day to day life and returned to the orphanage in the evening. I went up and this time had a new room assigned to me, just a standard guest room with a bed and basic furniture. I don’t blame the old man, the observatory is Alisa’s room and after this morning, he’s not taking any chances. I sit down on the bed and take out my payment for this job. The silver coins in the small leather bag were proof of a job well done. Success rewarded, an adventure completed, my blood and sweat have been given physical form. I take them out and grip them in my fists. The weight isn’t that special but it feels heavier than I’m used to. I feel something well up in me. My face becomes just a littl
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