"I'm truly sorry, I will compensate for your losses. I apologize on his behalf."
"He burned my house. It'd take at least one gold coin to repair it."
"Alright, I understand." The young woman quietly took out a gold coin from her pouch and handed it to the speaker.
"My house was burned too. That'll cost two gold coins."
"Alright. I'm really sorry."
"The biggest issue is the castle. That'll require at least a thousand gold coins."
"Why would it cost a thousand gold coins? The damage doesn't look that bad to me."
"Fifty gold coins is for the repairs; the remaining nine hundred fifty gold coins are the fine. You should be thankful no one got hurt, otherwise, the amount wouldn't stop here."
"But I only have seven hundred gold coins left..."
The armored, bushy-bearded dwarf soldier snatched the entire pouch away: "You can owe the rest for now. Pay when you have the money."
"Alright, thank you."
