Looking for Gold - Part 5

"Good Morning, Lasha," one girl said, jovially taking a seat opposite her. She spared Oliver a glance, but otherwise said nothing to him, and instead launched into excited conversation with her quiet friend. "Did you see? The older students are going all out with this clothing competition. Apparently, Lord Gargon put on a prize of fifty golds for whoever manages to make an outfit most to his father's liking. There are even some nobles competing."

'Fifty… Fifty… Fifty golds?' Oliver murmured to himself, feeling as though his brain was broken. Fifty golds, for a set of clothes? Fifty?

"That's only if they swear service to the Gargon's though, isn't it, Aime?" Another girl chimed in. "So it isn't really that good. It's basically a lifetime's wages that he's trying to buy them out with, and then likely a subpar contract. You know the Gargon's they'll be spinning it so that they can make money in the end."