Chapter 7
by 
Westwall
What should Lyra do?
Just pay the man... (Confidence -1)
"Fine." I grumbled, pulling out a few dollars from my pocket. The money had been given to me by my mother, and the first thing I was spending it on was some gate fee. How ridiculous.
Taking the money, the man nodded as he counted, moving to the side so I could pass him. "Welcome to Cherrygrove" he said with a laugh, walking off with my hard-earned dollars.
"What a jerk..." I murmured.
Welcome to Cherrygrove!
