Archer's lips quirked into a half-smile as he set another stack of gold coins on the counter, ten this time, more than the scarves would ever be worth. ''Your work deserves reward and I want to pay,'' he said simply, leaving no room for protest.
When the older man saw this, he stammered his thanks, eyes gleaming with gratitude as Archer gathered the scarves. With everything stored in the Item Box, he melted back into the crowd after saying his goodbyes to the stall owner. People parted around him, whispers trailing in his wake, but he ignored them, already imagining the joy on his children's faces.
The market's atmosphere was happy despite the horrible weather, but for now, he was content to be a father, a husband to loads of women, and a man bearing gifts through the snow-dusted streets of his capital city. He continued traveling through the streets, admiring what had been built over the years.
