His coin pouch, slung inside his belt, held five bronze beast coins, a small bundle of copper, and a dried fruit pit he'd meant to chew on during travel. Four hundred silver beast coins are enough to feed a family of four for years. He might as well have been the moon.
Fenna stepped forward. "Uncle, that's too much. Can you please help, He is my…"
"I'm not done," Alfred cut in gently. "I'm offering help. You work for me for a few days, real work, not walking the drake like a show pony and I'll cover half."
Zephyr's head shot up. "You'd pay two hundred silver coins?"
"No," Alfred said, with a wolfish grin. "I'll give it to Fenna. It'll be her coin, her risk. If she wants to put it toward your guild, she can. Her name will go on the paper as co-founder."
Fenna's eyes widened, surprise flickering to something unreadable.
"But the rest," Alfred said, "you find yourself. And let me give you one more piece of advice. You can earn it in the arena."
Fenna raised eyebrows. "Arena?"
