It was now high noon.
Thousand Masts City was as boisterous and lively as ever. An endless stream of carriages and horses flowed down the streets, and people came and went along the roadsides. It seemed quite prosperous.
A sharp sense of disconnect struck Colin.
'Who would have thought that just dozens of meters beneath this prosperous scene lay a place as treacherous as the Undercity?'
Along the way, Colin took out the payment Durkin had given them.
The payment was all in Gemstones, which made them quite easy to divide.
But when Colin handed Dorn his share of the Gemstones, the man frowned and said, "Why do I have a share?"
"Durkin gave it to us as a five-person share," Colin explained.
At that, a very complicated expression appeared on Dorn's face.
"If you don't want 'em, give 'em to me." Kase patted the other man's shoulder. "I like shiny Gemstones."
Dorn reached out and took the Gemstones. "Hmph, I'll take them then."
