A Deal's A Deal

Beneath a pale sky marred by streaks of grey, Albrecht made his way through the winding roads that led to Rhyd's workshop. The path was narrow and rough, lined with clusters of ancient trees whose gnarled roots pushed up through the cracked cobblestone. Cold wind swept through the forest, carrying with it the earthy scent of moss and wet leaves. Each gust whispered secrets, urging him forward as he tightened his grip on the leather sack slung over his shoulder, filled with a shimmering bounty of replicated silver.