Endless Promise
Freya smiled and waved at the crowd that had gathered around them happily. A few of them crowed on about how they had seen the whole fight (from afar) and were utterly wowed by their capabilities. The others simply thanked her for what they had done in removing the minotaur from their lives.
A handful even wept out of some mixture of joy and relief.
While she regaled the thankful townsfolk, Lucifer chatted with the town’s magistrate, who was an older, gray-haired man. Though all the townsfolk wore tunics of various earthy colors, the magistrate also wore a loose and flowing off white toga over top of his.
He slowly counted out a number of gold coins into a simple leather pouch. Then, when he was done, he pulled on the purse strings, tightened it up, and plopped the whole thing onto Lucifer’s open hand.
The pouch gave off a few satisfying clinks as ze estimated its weight. It certainly had a bit of heft to it, considering what it was filled with.