Chapter 5: Chapter 5

"... And that's why elves are not all that."

"Absolutely, it's completely exaggerated how crazy everyone gets when they talk about them. Oh there's the city!" Elijah pointed.

"Truly? Then we should hurry before the sun fully sets and they close the gate, my friend. We made better time then expected and it would be a shame to miss the chance to sleep in a warm bed."

"Race you to the entrance," Elijah suggested with a smirk and took off.

"Foul play!" Sheridan cried and ran after him.

Sheridan still made it to the entrance first.

"That'll teach you to not be so sly," he said after he caught his breath and Elijah arrived. Panting heavily, he dropped to the dirt road.

"That taught me that I need to be better at cheating."

Sheridan laughed, then offered his hand. "come, before the gates close we should make our way inside."

Elijah took his hand and stood up with his help. 

"Five silver per entry," the guard started.

"Let me-oh" Sheridan had forgotten that he didn't have his coinage.

Elijah pulled out a sack from his pants and opened it. It was full of silver coins.

"So uh... What's the currency here like? I never used silvers before."

"Where'd you get that?" Sheridan asked.

"Bandits," Elijah replied, to which he smirked.

"May I?" Sheridan asked, stretching out his hand.

Elijah nodded and handed him the sack. He then opened the top wider with his fingers and peered inside. Then with his eyebrows raising, he fished out a coin, muttering "can't believe there's a Fenril silver in here- wonder which poor bastard they took that from."

He took out a tarnished silver coin that was stamped with what looked like the head of an elephant, and handed it to the guard.

"A Phantol coin should be enough for my friend and I."

The guard nodded and they entered the city.

"Now before I meet my old friend," Sheridan said, turning to Elijah, "I should probably make sure my new one has something proper to wear without getting scammed. What say you, Elijah?"

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"Sure, lets go!" He was overflowing with excitement. Sheridan ran after him yelling he was going the wrong way. When he finally caught up, Elijah turned and said "I arrived first this time."

"What? We're not..." Sheridan's words trailer off as he saw a tailors' shop behind Elijah. Although it looked like it hardly got any business.

"How'd you find this place?" He asked.

"Easy. I've lived in the slums for eighteen years-it doesn't meen I stayed there all the time. I had to find food somehow, y'know? After that long wandering the streets, you pick up a few things. senses of where it all should be."

"That's... Quite impressive. Still," Sheridan continued, looking around at the deserted area, "this doesn't look like too impressive a place." 

"The best things are those which are hidden. A lot of Artisans prefer quiet places like these so they're out of sight and don't have to deal with uppity nobles that demand they become personal workers or anything along those lines. Though there are a few unwritten rules. There was a rumor that there was a secret artisans' guild even!"

”That doesn't sound like a way to earn a living," Sheridan was doubtful.

"That's the difference between a Craftsman and an Artisan. C'mon! I wanted to go in one of these for so long!"

And before Sheridan could say another word, Elijah ran to the door.

*CLUNK*

The room was of a rough dark wood, and much larger then its outward appearance would suggest. A couch to the right of the entrance graced the middle of the wall, and it to was of a dark brown, though leather in material. Some papers were hung across the wall, holding different designs for clothes of all types. Different cloths and threads of many colors littered the floor. At a corner to the far left was a table with a window from which poured light to illuminate that which was splayed upon it. At the table sat a humanoid, busily working, a quill in hand moving erratically. Long green hair covered the shoulders, and sharp tips poked through the viridescent fall of locks.

When the tailor heard a loud knock, she jolted. 

When Sheridan entered, the figure sat upright before turning its head in his direction. Standing up from her chair, she turned around fully and greeted, "high rise at sunset, what brings you at such a..." Her eyes widened when Elijah followed behind, rubbing his face from when he kissed the roof. He was covered in dirt and filth and dust, and no part of him remained clean. The same could be said for Sheridan, but it was less noticeable since he was more covered.

She folded her arms and stated "I'll not be making anything before you two get yourselves clean. Come back tomorrow if you can find this place again, but before that you should scrub yourselves and see if you can scratch enough coin to afford my services."

"Could I at least borrow something before I leave? I feel kind of bare," Elijah asked.

She squinted and examined him from head to toe, then said "most I can give you is a potato sack."

"That'll do!" He said, relieved at the thought of proper coverage. He felt like a streaker.

After he received his new shirt, he left with Sheridan to find an inn. They found one without much trouble and after paying four copper for a room, three more for the bath, and another ten for a meal with a silver piece- the universal blank coin that's worth least no matter where you go- and getting back two copper coins, Elijah realized that the coin systems were all over the place. When he asked Sheridan after he'd eaten and taken a bath, he said that it's only in frontier cities like Durm, the one they were currently in, that it got so complicated because of the many nationalities adjacent to it, all using their own variations of silver and gold. Though gold was almost never seen in anything besides pieces- blank and its lowest denomination- but occasionally some gold coins are used.

"Only fools accept them," Sheridan said sternly. "They melt, bend and malform easily. The same could be said with silver, but they aren't as big as issue as they aren't worth nearly as much. A lot of people just stick to the universal denominations: 19 copper coins per silver piece, 59 silver pieces per gold piece, and 10 gold pieces per platinum piece."

Although he managed to wrap his head around it, Elijah was really annoyed. He had thought that he would get to enjoy the simple, easily rememberable system of coins that he had when playing. What he got was mental damage and fried brain circuitry.

"Whatever, good night." And he turned in his too small bed and fell asleep.

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