Earth-side—
Kael unlocked the shed door and stepped inside, letting it swing shut behind him.
Everything was exactly as he'd left it.
He now needed another 200 gold coins—that means $200,000—to buy the inn.
The old things were thrown away from his house, and the things he had in the house now were necessary for him. That is, he could not sell them now. So he came to the shed. Where the weapons were kept.
There were too many weapons here—more than he could ever realistically use. It wasn't like I was planning to start a war. I just needed enough to defend myself if things went bad over there.
He walked over to the first crate and knelt down, a long, squat wooden box reinforced with steel bands. The latch groaned under pressure as he unhooked it, then lifted the lid with both hands. Hinges creaked. Inside were AK-47s, wrapped in foam and oiled cloth.
He picked up one AK-47. Reliable. Battle-tested. He examined the bolt, checked the chamber, clicked it back into place.
