Ethan stared at the mountain of high-explosive black powder stacked before him. After a brief mental calculation, weighing risk against reward, he decided the deal was more than fair.
"Alright, deal," Ethan said without hesitation.
"Don't get too excited," Master Roger replied, clearly noticing the gears spinning behind Ethan's eyes. "I said you can take what you want this time. No helpers."
Ethan rolled his eyes so hard he nearly saw the back of his own skull. No helpers? How much could a single backpack even carry? The old codger was slippery, he would give him that.
"Fine," Ethan said with a huff. "No helpers. I'll take whatever I can carry myself. Once my bag's full, I'm gone."
What Master Roger failed to consider, despite all his careful calculations, was that Ethan had a little advantage of his own.
