Mithal didn't show any reaction. His face stayed blank no sadness, no joy, not even surprise. It was hard to believe what I'd just told him. That spirit never looked like a man who owned any money, but in the end I know this fortune isn't really his. This money is mine. Am I annoyed by that? Honestly, yes. But the real answer is far more complicated than I can even explain, so I'd rather just fulfill the spirit's wish quickly.
I reached into my coat pocket and pulled out three silver coins and a large handful of bronze ones, leaving only a few behind in my pocket. I laid them on the wooden table in front of him. Then I pushed back my chair, ready to leave.
