<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/f9/33/85/f93385f08616fa201dd67a2eef73ecc5.jpg)</div><br/>Although Vara listened as Leofwine and Selise spoke, a little frown creased over her features, worsening a little every time someone said "Gray Eyes."  She knew what it meant, but she didn't like hearing it, even though she didn't say anything about it.  There were a lot of worse things to call bandits, and going after them for being human felt...childish.<br/><br/>The thoughts vanished from her brain, however, as monetary figures started getting thrown around.  Her eyes widened, shock sort of kicking in until the obvious expression of daydreaming slipped over her face.<br/><br/>Five hundred gold pieces...what did you even do with that much?  She could get a longbow...was that much enough for a house?  Could she buy the Forsaken Estate and have it fixed up?  Could she get a fancy dress?  Maybe she could live like a noble for a while, baths with scented soap, fine jewelry...she just didn't even know.<br/><br/>The whole concept was dizzying.  How long did it even take to count to five hundred?  Where would she even keep all the stuff she bought?  Would she be able to carry it all around with her?<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=273375.msg13454874#msg13454874">Quote from: Caitlin on 24-08-2017, 20:54:22</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">We could make easily over 200 gold pieces each by the time we’re done. <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Oh, right, other people would want to be paid also.<br/><br/>Well, 200 gold was still an insane amount of money.  That was definitely enough for better armor, a longbow, and probably all kinds of things she couldn't think of at the moment.  Maybe a big wedge of cheese for Squeakers that was even bigger than he was.  He'd love that!<br/><br/>Everything seemed fine, until...leave today?  But it was Market Day.  Her lip quivered a little in concern.<br/><br/>At the end of Market Day would be when people would be willing to give things...oh, but she was going to be rich soon!  Self-chastisement crossed her features for being greedy and stupid.  Everything would be fine.<br/><br/>Lyara came in, and she got the same wave that everyone else received once Vara put the firemelons down.  "I have rope," she offered with a smile.  "I have a whole bunch of stuff like that."  Her smile then dimmed.  "But...let's stop calling him a 'gray eyes,' huh?"  She gently shook her head.  "I mean...that's not very nice.  Nobody gets to pick what they're born as."