Griph dropped to the dirt road and started reading his book. He failed at understanding it. Perhaps he should try again, or go to his house and do so, to aid concentration.
Donitz will go to the bank before it closes and change his money into a more reasonable form. While he waits he will read his new books and examine the metal box.
Donitz quickly dashed to the bank, lugging his bags of copper, and pushed the heavy oaken door open.
"PLEASE CHANGE THESE COINS INTO GOLD PLEASE!"
His arms felt like they were going to fall off. The redheaded woman sitting at the counter looked amused. Beben observed Donitz loading each coinpouch onto the counter. "Where in the world did you get these, Donitz? You're so funny!" She weighed each bag and set nine bank notes and two reddish gold pouches that each held 5000 gold onto the counter, then looked down at the book she was reading.
Donitz, having had the coins counted earlier than he thought, retired home and observed the metal box. He pressed something, and it shifted, opening the box up to reveal it was bigger on the inside. Lining the box was many many many kinds of metal tools and contraptions.
He opened the book "Walldriver". It told of a new way for bards : using the power of mana to shift the ground and accept his weapon. In other words, slamming the instrument into the ground. It can then be instructed to play music from the bard's memory. He tried to understand the skill, but the usage slipped out of his mentality. Maybe he should try again tomorrow.
Zario looked back at the group as he started walking away. He wouldn't miss them if he never saw them again. Many of them were arrogant, ignorant and dangerous. He loathed almost all of them with a passion. He put on a smug smile and flicked his hair as he turned to them. "I'll see you guys around. Its been fun." He sounded less than enthusiastic. After an hour of walking off the path to avoid the group he found himself back in the village.
After depositing his money at the bank he headed to the general store to see if it were open. Sadly it wasn't, so he slowly turned to find an inn.
Then he turned again to head towards his fine home, if a tad small. He lay down for the night.
Alexander turned to Raynold, and asked, "I am a bit behind on the times are their currently any wars going on in the world?"
Raynold looked at Alex strangely.
"Its been only 4 hours since you were outside ... "
After some staring, he answered the question :
"Yes, though it's not exactly a war, more of a massacre. There was a Fomorian invasion in Emain Maha and Talteen. The former was ill-defended despite having an ENTIRE PLATOON of Paladins camped in the city 24/7. Many people died. The latter was a military base and fended off the attack handsomely, with some help from the local hero."
Alex pondered over Raynolds words for a bit.
"Why do you ask, though...?"