The guild had none of their excuses and had taken the gem pile for themselves. They hadn't, fortunately, laid a hand on their coin pouches. Before they could squander the money, the two of them spent it on what was most important.
Morris sent his uncle all that he owed him for the grade seven axe, happy that he was no longer indebted to the man. Then, he prepaid for his room at the inn for the next two months and set aside some for new fighting lessons and for food.
Leander prepaid for his room too, but only for a month. He sent some money to his mother, not that she had needed it. And set the rest aside for food and potions.
Had they had a mana replenishing potion on hand, Leander wouldn't have collapsed. The two met up at their usual spot, by the weight loss poster, and piled the money that they had left.