For the Loot 2: A LitRPG Fantasy by Han Yang & Pearce Adams

Author:Han Yang & Pearce Adams [Yang, Han & Adams, Pearce]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Royal Guard Publishing LLC
Published: 2023-06-10T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter

Nineteen

THE PARTY BEGINS

I made my rendezvous with Lang and the others on the courthouse steps, and I handed them Sevus’ gold. I held back five pieces of the three hundred for myself, and although I knew the miser would notice, I didn’t care. Lang owed me a hell of a lot more than five measly gold.

The job had been completed, and the party looked satisfied, but despite what they’d tell you, doing the right thing was never its own reward. Gold was.

Lang pried and cajoled me to tell him where the money came from, but my lips stayed shut. "Don't worry about it," I said. “Be happy. Problem’s solved.”

“Fine,” he replied in a huff. Lang had already scrounged the entry passes for our party from a cousin of his. Those had been, ‘a mere matter of connection,’ he told me. Now we just had to buy the rest of our gear.

Bradley brought his own dandy suit from home. He’d swung by his apartment to don the fifty-gold piece of wear, which far outshone the rest of us.

"I'm well-prepared," he said, shooting his cuffs. As he looked up into the rapidly-darkening, starless skies, he added, "The markets will be closing soon. Let’s keep pace, ladies and gentlemen."

Finding outfits made for a simple, but time-consuming job. Lang haggled down the merchants on his own. He took on an irate, almost violent style of negotiation, jumping back and forth and contradicting himself with strange stories and digressions. The rest of us could only wait outside the tents and listen in, confused and amazed. If the shopkeepers wouldn't play ball, the gnome would stop dead in the middle of his sentence and go to the next seller. Money flew out of our hands like mad. Every copper mattered.

At last, we had all that we needed. Freya found herself draped in modest white attire. Classy, and clean. I had to stifle a cackling fit as Nordak stripped naked in the middle of the street to change. The suit Lang bought for him barely fit, and he cautioned the half-orc not to flex his arms.

Nordak looked like an overstuffed bag of potatoes, rippling at the seams with muscles. Lang took me into a tailor for halflings when my turn came; the only such place in the city catering to persons sized small. The patterned suit bought for me had decorative flourishes, fitting the style of a wealthy halfling with all their taste for craftsmanship. It had tinges of bright reds and purples, garish as could be, and I loved it. To hell with Bradley or Freya, I looked like a badass.

Bogart, the pimp.

We skimped on our mandatory party gift. Going to the emperor’s house required one, but they said nothing about quality in the rules. Lang bought our host the cheapest vial of an alchemical lightshow he could find. It was nothing but a silly little party trick, and so the rest of our money stayed in hand. We would need it for bribes when we inevitably got hassled.

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