The cut wasn't deep. Which was good. Then there was a sword pointed at his throat.
One hand went to where the sword had cut him, putting pressure on it.
"Shit, I told you, I don't have any cash on me!"
Kasolin slowly reached into his coat pocket and took out the one valuable thing he had, wincing at the effort it took.
It was a medallion of some kind, inlaid with two rubies and Kasolin's name along with the title "crown prince" etched into the gold.
"That's all I have."