Ten galleons, Emrys Selwyn said like it was nothing, and Art's heart stopped in his chest. Ten galleons, and he'd turned Selwyn down, and it was too late to go back now, but - ten galleons was a week of work, it was enough to knock out his debt, it was enough to give him fuck-around money for his gambling addiction. Ten galleons. He'd already turned it down, but regret pooled in his veins thick as molasses, even as he knew exactly why he'd declined.
He took a gulping sip of his drink.
"Yeah," Art said, as if he'd heard anything after the number of galleons, "I don't know, we'll see."
He took a gulping sip of his drink.
"Yeah," Art said, as if he'd heard anything after the number of galleons, "I don't know, we'll see."
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