While he was never one to be greedy or value money above other parts of life, he couldn't deny that journeying through the new world around him had a cost. Even with the quests they took on, there always seemed to be tertiary costs–either Astrid needing magic stones, Redrum's unfathomable, bottomless pit of a stomach needing meat, or Otto's constant splurging of arrows.
'We burn through gold like we just won the lottery. A thousand would certainly go a long way…I'd like to buy myself something nice,' he considered before immediately shaking his head, remembering how nice it'd be to just relax instead.
"That's not even the grand prize, if I may add. The bonus for participation is five hundred gold, win a single match and the thousand is yours," the Concierge explained. "Win the whole thing? There's more than just money in store for this season's champion."
Noah looked back at the others for some sort of push in either direction, even finding Rain's skepticism crumbling.
