"How much?" Rikert wondered, thumbing at his handful of gold.
Sharon was less than enthused about the idea, but she only shrugged. “As much as it wants really…”
“What if we get robbed?” Rikert frowned, still looking at his gold. This was months worth of wages. The thought of losing it all was heart-wrenching.
“Robbed by a dragon?” Sharon giggled.
“Hey! This is serious.” Rikert turned on her, one hand on his hip. “I’ve heard that sometimes these things just steal your money! It’s like a fantasy New York mugging, but it’s a dragon holding you at gunpoint!”
“Is it going to steal your sneakers too?” Sharon laughed, still not taking the idea seriously. “I mean, if we really need to pull down some serious hate in record time, I'd’wager that a stack of gold would be worth trading for your life. It’s not like you’re going to be asking a giant lizard to help you with the laundry.”
She kept snickering.
“I guess…” Rikert was still unsure about the whole idea. He’d heard the horror stories and they weren’t as funny. Not only did you gamble on the greedy monster to not take your gold for nothing, but the Esper didn’t just take your worldly possessions if you couldn’t pay what it wanted.
If you were unlucky, it would take so much more.
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