Iron Peak County, Revodan.
Should they sell the head tokens? This question plagued almost every militiaman in Iron Peak County.
The more meritorious militiamen were, the more entangled they felt, and Ivan was among them.
"Sell it," Aksinya begged her husband while holding their young son, "At least sell one?"
Ivan didn't speak, just stared intently at the five head tokens laid out in a line on the table.
Setting aside the value assigned to them, the head tokens were nothing more than ordinary sheepskin paper stamped with laws and a serial number, with the only distinctive feature being the seal and signature of Montaigne, the Civil Guard Officer.
The more Ivan looked at them, the more incredible it seemed: such ordinary paper could represent such a considerable fortune.
"But who to sell to?" Ivan said hesitantly, "And for how many Gold Coins?"
Aksinya, holding her now-sleeping child, sat opposite her husband, her voice trembling: "I just feel very afraid."
