Alix gives a small nod, then turns his attention back to the window.
For a while, nothing changes.
Zevran sleeps.
Mero absorbs qi.
The city breathes quietly beneath them.
Then a knock breaks the stillness.
Three firm taps against the door.
Alix doesn't turn.
"Enter."
The door opens, and Kevom steps inside. He carries a storage ring in one hand.
He stops a few steps in and bows his head.
"My lord."
Alix glances at him.
"Speak."
Kevom lifts the ring slightly.
"My apologies, my lord," he says. "This is all the gold I could gather. Around one hundred gold coins."
He hesitates for a brief moment before adding,
"This continent uses qi stones as currency. Cities like this don't keep much gold on hand."
Alix studies him for a second, then reaches out.
The storage ring floats from Kevom's hand into his own.
"That's fine," Alix says. "It's better than nothing."
Kevom lets out a quiet breath, as if he had expected more of a reaction.
