THE BOY ASKED, "Can I, uh, trade in some F-class spellstones?"
Why was the kid phrasing that as a question? Oh, he's that boy who
intimidated everyone earlier. I had to be as polite as possible.
"You have F-class spellstones, I see. The payment depends on their
size and purity, so we will appraise them and determine their value. Is that
acceptable?"
"Okay? So where should I turn them in?"
"Uh…you can place them on this counter."
Where else did he think they went? This was the trade-in counter,
after all.
"But won't they fall off?" he said.
"Ahem, please try placing them in the middle of the counter. They
won't fall off."
"In the middle?" He looked confused but suddenly grinned. "Aha!
You must have some sort of magical device set up to keep them from
spilling over! Perfect!"
He flipped over his bag and out poured…oh my lord.
The counter was buried under a mountain of spellstones. I had to
work overnight with twenty other guild employees to pick them all up. That
boy is the worst.