"This was originally Morne's job. I'm just filling in for him… His house caught fire last night, so…"
He kept making change as he spoke.
But Galvis's curiosity was clearly piqued, and he pressed on with his questions.
"'Xinfeng Posthouse'? What's that for? A fire? Was it the Lower City District fire mentioned in the newspaper?"
The stream of questions gradually began to irritate the normally patient newsboy.
He pursed his lips and quickened the movements of his hands.
A moment later, the newsboy finally let out a long sigh. He practically fled past the chattering Minstrel and hurried over to Roland, looking up.
"Sir…"
At this, Roland finally looked up from his newspaper, extending his palm with a gentle smile.
"All counted? Sorry for the trouble."
"Oh, no, no, it's not your fault…"
The newsboy quickly shook his head. He then carefully cupped his hands and gently poured a small, jingling pile of Copper Radiance Coins into Roland's outstretched palm.
