Outside the home of the village chief

The front door opened and the two young men stepped out of the house.

“10 silver sterling?” Kevin said, looking disgusted, “That’s what the safety of his village is worth?”

“That’s okay Kevin!” Roland said, “We didn’t do it for the money anyways. As long as this town’s peace is secured, 10 sterlings are good enough for me!”

Kevin sighed. “You do know we are broke right, boss?” He said. “We blew the last of our coin on all those high grade gear, magical items, and alchemical concoctions that we had to prepare to fight the demon lord. This is barely enough to pay for tonight’s roof over our head and our supper. I don’t think we can afford breakfast.”

Roland beamed good-naturedly. “It’ll work out, Kevin. Don’t worry. It always does.”

“Right…” Kevin mumbled, “So where to now? Can we head to the Inn? I’m beat.”

“Why don’t you go ahead. I need to drop by the apothecary to get something looked at,” Roland said.

“Huh, are you injured, boss?” Asked Kevin.

“N-no, nothing like that, haha. It’s just a strange condition I seem to have contracted,” Roland replied while looking away evasively. “Anyways, I’ll catch up with you later.”

“Kay.”

Roland quickly trotted off towards the market square.

After watching Roland disappear into an alley, Kevin remembered something.

“Wait! How is he gonna pay the apothecary?” Kevin asked aloud.

When no one answered, Kevin sighed and shrugged. He turned around and headed for the Cloudfire Inn and Tavern.