Strolling Through The City
"That's it, then. These are the newest, hottest things on the market for mages!" The bearded man laughed.
"Really?"
"Yeah! Apparently they're a type of catalyst for you mages! Specially made n' stuff–I dunno how they work exactly, but apparently they boost the proficiency of your magic flingin'!" The man told him.
It sounded nice, and it was free with the staff holster anyway, so he smiled, "I'll take both, then!"
"That's what I like to hear!" The shopkeeper smiled.
Though it was an obvious ploy to secure a new customer into a repeat buyer, he could sense that the man was quite benevolent.
"One crown!" The shopkeeper told him the price.
It was a bit confusing for him at first to adjust to the labels of currency in this world, but it was easy enough to figure out when he applied it to game logic:
Copper is copper, 'Crowns' are 'silver', and 'Thrones' are gold! He thought.
He obliged, reaching into his pocket to retrieve the sole coin in there, but stopping as he withdrew it.