"You came to get your weapon?"
Crowne had just entered Rick's shop, but the man had already spoken as if he had been expecting him all along. Crowne stepped inside, standing in front of the counter. Rick was cleaning several weapons displayed around his shop. When Crowne stopped in front of the table, Rick stood up and immediately went into the back room.
"Wait for a moment!"
Crowne nodded.
A few minutes later, Rick returned to the front room carrying a small, long wooden chest beautifully carved with intricate patterns. The aura leaking from inside the wooden chest was strong and overwhelming. Seeing that, Crowne smiled. He was certain that Rick's creation would meet his expectations.
Rick climbed onto a stool and placed the small chest on the table. But just as Crowne reached to take it, Rick quickly pulled the chest back. He shook his head.
"You have to pay me," said Rick.
Crowne took out twenty gold coins and placed them on the table. "Is this enough?"
