Hajin walked down the main street of the capital with Juna at his side, while people moved around them in every direction.
The carriage had dropped them off near the guild district, and now they were just walking without any real destination in mind. He had the royal recommendation letter tucked safely in his pocket, the gate permit in another, and enough gold to buy a small house if he felt like it.
'One thousand gold,' he thought, still trying to wrap his head around the number. 'I spent three years in the slums scraping together copper pieces, and now I have enough to live like a noble for months.'
Juna walked beside him with her hands in her pockets, her tail wrapped loosely around her leg. She hadn't said a single word since they left the palace, and her ears kept flicking toward every sound like she was waiting for something to jump out at them.
