That storage pouch held far more than just money. Losing it meant losing treasures, resources, and countless valuables. The damage was immeasurable.
"Are you sure? Look again. Maybe you dropped it while fighting," someone suggested.
Caius shook his head fiercely. "No way. I took money out of it just now at the inn. I was holding it in my hands!"
His heart sank deeper with every word. His storage pouch was well protected. Even veteran thieves would struggle to steal it. Yet now, it had vanished without a trace.
Drusilla had no patience left for Caius's panic. All she wanted was to get inside and rest, so she reached for her own storage pouch out of habit.
Her fingers touched nothing but air.
Her heart skipped a beat.
"What… what's going on?" she shrieked, her voice shooting up several octaves. "My storage pouch is gone too! It must have been stolen by those bastards of the south!"
