The man nodded before going back and leading out the black horse he had been brushing. “This is Mack. He’s reliable and strong. It’s 15 daeliens per hour, 70 for the day.” Jack rubbed the horse’s neck thoughtfully before pulling out a gold coin and setting it gently on the counter. The man looked down at it with wide eyes. “...that real?” “It is.” The man took the coin in between his teeth, biting down on it before shaking his head. “I never thought I’d get to see gold in my life. The horse is yours.”
