Staring at the shut door, Rita grimly opened the pouch of coins in her hand and counted.
Seeing her expression grow darker, Fat Goose scratched his head and tried to comfort her. "Maybe they had important business? Don't be mad. Didn't they at least give us money for candy?"
Rita's breathing came sharp and fast. "This is only two hundred gold. That pile on the desk was mine. At least three thousand! It's gone…"
Her gaze turned to Mistblade. Of everyone here, Mistblade understood best.
Mistblade thought of Lightchaser in that room. Gold piled in the same space as Lightchaser—it wasn't hard to imagine the outcome.
She patted Rita's shoulder gently. "Nothing you can do… You can't win that fight."
But something flickered in Rita's eyes. The anger drained, replaced by realization.
To speed up her Scratch Card crafting, both Lightchaser and GodDraw77 had dumped cooldown-reduction skills, trinkets, and oddities onto her. Now, she could make a new card every three seconds.
