A galleon?! Spryly could barely stop his eyes from bulging. It'd been a very long time since he'd last even touched a galleon, let alone had one in his pocket. To be fair they were pretty heavy anyway so not the best thing to have sitting in his threadbare trouser pockets but the weight of it was very satisfying. "You got yourself a deal." He'd have done it for half, he'd quit his job to have that one galleon which was good because he might have to. He was of a mind to ask if he had any other more permanent positions opening up but decided to wait until he'd impressed him with a day of work first and had that galleon in the palm of his hand.
Eyeing up this magnificent set eh? MJ sold her soul to Satan's graphic designer. I wish he'd take mine too.