200 Gold

You have big plans for your time here, you have no intention to keep your nose forever buried in a tome, whiling your time away trudging from one curated classroom to the next.

No, you intend to make something of yourself here, you have what many of your peers never will, ambition, and the cost of fulfilling your visions are high.

“I need.. I need 200 gold… that… that should be enough for now..”

“200… I see… and you are aware that you will need to pay me back, yes?” The dragon says, intrigue lacing her voice as she studies you.

“I… I do… and I intend to repay you every coin you’re owed… but to start myself on that path I must first have funding…”

There’s a pause from the dragon, a long silence fills the treasury that feels deafening to you.

Finally the great dragon Magdalene nods her head, granting you permission to plunder the mighty dragons hoard.

You take your purse from your hip, quickly realizing that the amount of coin simply will not fit in the small purse your mother had given you.

Just then, as though hearing your inner plight, Magdalene drops a sack before you, it’s made from old burlap, more fit to carry potatoes then treasure but you’ll not dare say that before the treasurer herself.

It takes a while to perfectly count out the exact amount you need, slowly but surely filling the old bag, when the deed is done you take a moment to marvel at the sight.

You had never held so much coin at one time before and while the sight of Magdalene’s hoard was breathtaking, it’s another matter entirely when you know that it belongs to you and you alone.

Tying the bag shut, you begin your trek home, the gold weighing on you as you swing it over your shoulder.

The discomfort only builds at you make your way along the tunnel, the treasure becoming a larger and larger burden each time you must throw it up over a ledge in order to progress.

You have to imagine this is some kind of sick power move that Magdalene came up with, even when you successfully take out a loan you must be reminded of the burden the money creates.

Finally, by the grace of the gods, you arrive back home, your bangs sticking to your forehead as you make your way through the door, dropping the bag haphazardly onto the floor.

Your muscles ache and your back is a mess, as you drop into your bed, the very thought of doing anything else today sounds like an impossible task.

(Gained: 200 Gold)

(Gained: Indebted To The Dragon)