A giggling young woman bounded up to the bar and jostled Morgan in the process. She didn't seem to notice, whirling around as Zephaniah came up behind her and ordered her a drink, She'd had one already, and half of his, and he was looking to charm the young maid out of her inhibitions before his coin ran out.
"What does the palace look like," she said, breathless from being in the presence of the King's most trusted sorcerer.
"Words cannot do it justice! The diamond of Arca, the grand jewel upon the crown of our fair Serendipity! Sapphires and enchanted quartz crystals dust its sides so that it glitters in the light of the sun, a beacon of light and beauty and civilization. It can be seen for miles away!"
"Why ever would you leave such a place?" She downed about half her ale in one breath. She might have been a simple country girl, but she could take her drink for sure. He was so glad he'd found her. It was tough to find folk in the cities who'd take amusement at his stories. They were all so jaded.
"The King's hospitality is grand. But as lavish as my rooms are with their imported silk and their large, cushioned beds, I cannot stay! Wealth is a curse my dear, a curse. To wallow in such extravagance would surely impoverish my soul! No I must be out, among the people, aiding in any way I can and extending the gods' blessings to others. Wealth belongs to us all, of course!"
He produced another coin and ordered them a fourth drink. He tossed the piece to the bartender as though it were nothing, as though he had hundreds of them to spare. He was actually quite low, though.
