09-29-2024, 08:26 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-29-2024, 08:29 AM by Gareth Scott.)
Gareth would rather join the Diamond Pony than move to India, but he smiled politely at the suggestion. The little treasure hunt adventure he had participated in a couple of month ago had been all the exploring he cared to engage in in his lifetime. The dirt he had gotten on his clothes! The strenuous walking! Having to obey orders!
On the flip side, said treasure hunt was the very reason he could now say he hadn't lost everything. He hadn't spent all of his share on fancy furniture and decorations. Most of it had been invested, some of it was in the bank as a buffer, and he could rely on it for the next few months. But he wasn't about to make this young man privy to that information. He sipped his drink. Then he said: "That's an interesting way of looking at it. Very well, then. Perhaps we can be of some use to one another. Now let's hear it. What's this story of a century?"
On the flip side, said treasure hunt was the very reason he could now say he hadn't lost everything. He hadn't spent all of his share on fancy furniture and decorations. Most of it had been invested, some of it was in the bank as a buffer, and he could rely on it for the next few months. But he wasn't about to make this young man privy to that information. He sipped his drink. Then he said: "That's an interesting way of looking at it. Very well, then. Perhaps we can be of some use to one another. Now let's hear it. What's this story of a century?"
