The Price of Gold

The Price of Gold Pavel supposed that his pouch always felt better empty rather than full. An empty purse was motivation to the bounty hunter. He couldn’t just rest, couldn’t sit on his laurels. There was money to be made, a world to explore. People to care for. It was when he started getting things going his way that made him feel unease. Even now, sitting on the edge of the White Tower in Mazrim, with his quarry tied down and payment on the way, he kept fidgeting. His foot tapped the white...