"There was a long line," breathed Zech, who was pale, shivering and exhausted. "But it paid off in the end!"
He slapped four silver half-lucets atop the table for his wide-eyed friends to behold, though one of these was quickly snatched up by his father in passing.
"Hey! I worked hard for that."
"And you'll work hard for the next one you give me." Humming a happy tune, Mr. Lawson returned behind the bar area and began to polish some metal flagons.
"You guys actually made four silver half-lucets in one day?" said Woods, crunching on some fried pork rinds that Mrs. Lawson had brought over for the group to share. "Heavens, I might just sign up myself."
"Four each," said Jaden, chest puffed out with pride. "We've decided to go on at least three hunts a month. Heh, if things keep going this way then we'll be able to buy our own homes by the end of the year."
"You'll be leaving the orphanage?" said Woods, deflating a bit at the news.
