Leo who had walked earlier walked into Alf’s office like a boss barging into their weakling subordinate’s office chest-thumping, legs apart, mocking grin, with no care in the world now walked out shoulders slumped, head low, spirit crushed like a worker who had just been chewed out by his boss.
He walked to the counter and picked up his money which made his mood sink even further once he saw its meager size when he compared the pouch he was given and Mira’s haul that was stored in a chest.
“Can you please break this for me into silver coins,” Leo dispiritedly said as he removed one gold coin from the pouch he was given as the attendant by the counter politely agreed. He took the gold coin and handed him a hundred silver coins.
He walked out of the Gold rose merchant shop and the scene he caught did little to ease his depressed mood.
Gueva and Dyr were by the carriage snickering and whispering as Dyr animatedly described his narration to her however he paused midway once he saw his father stare at him with his soulless eyes and ghostly features.
“Dyr let’s go and get your manakish. I’m already done here and we won’t be staying long,” Leo weakly murmured as he moved past Dyr and Gueva.