Anzio made no attempt to catch the coins and simply watched Drogo fly off. He chuckled to himself as he recalled everything that had transpired. A smokescreen. How clever. His duplicates gathered around and watched Drogo fly away also. Anzio picked up the coins that had been dropped. He never left empty-handed.
"Come on, boys. Let's get a drink."
With that, the duplicates disappeared, leaving only the original. He grabbed his staff and started down the road, whistling casually to himself.
