The Psionicle, Part X

[GnomeWorks]

As you sit in the inn, a young boy comes through the door, looking around. He spots your group, then heads towards the table.

"Would one of you be Jansson Monachorum?" He asks, looking around.

 

[Jarval]

"Aye, I'm him." Jansson nods to the boy. "What brings you here lad?"

 

[GnomeWorks]

He nods. "I was sent here... I have a delivery for you." He slings a pack off his shoulder, and sets it on the table with a resounding thud.

"I don't know what's in there," He says, "but it sure is heavy." He nods. "Well, I'll be going, then." He walks out of the inn.

 

[Jarval]

"Thanks lad." Jansson calls after the boy. "Hmm, only one way to find out what's inside." He opens the top of the pack and looks inside...

 

[GnomeWorks]

Upon opening the bag, a small number of pieces of platinum fall out. Once you can look inside, you see that it is full of platinum - a few hundred pieces, at least.

 

[Dalamar]

Syld is dumbstruck.
"What, excactly, did you say to the Council after I left?"

 

[Zhure]

Osius

Osius's eyebrow creaks up. "Quite a haul there. I wonder if I'll have enough in my share to be able to afford some magical protection...."

 

[Jarval]

Jansson's eyes widen in disbelief as he stares into the pack.

"Uh... ah... I only asked them for a small portion from the treasury to fund our expedition. I didn't count on it being quite this much." He tries to estimate the amount in the bag, it vastly exceeding any quantity of money he's seen before.

 

[GnomeWorks]

Your guess would be that there is somewhere between two and four hundred platinum in the bag, probably a little more than three hundred, though you won't be able to get any more precise than that without counting it.

 

[The Forsaken One]

[OOC: Go get some nice food and drink and count it /OOC]