"I'M RICH!" Javier shouted, spinning around happily as he looked at a big pile of gold coins , neatly stacked on the table in his room.
Liana sighed and shook her head. Her young master was so excited, like a child with a new toy—but this was much more serious. They had just come back from Old Man Orrim's blacksmith shop, where they sold all the weapons and armor Javier had made. On the way back, they rode their Pekko, And Javier humming a victorious tune the entire ride.
What Liana remembered most was how Javier and Orrim had leaned in close during their deal. They were whispering and laughing together, looking more like two villains planning something sneaky than business partners.
"Young master," Liana said firmly, interrupting his celebration. "Stop looking at your gold coins. You should put them in your magic storage before someone—like your father or mother—finds out."
Javier pouted a little but then smiled again. "Here, Liana. This is for you."
