The only sound the followed was a single coin dropping to the hard wood floor and then rolling for a moment, before falling heads up.
Her face ran through a variety of emotions, most of them negative, before settling on pained shock. The question was as obvious as it was unsaid.
I licked my lips, trying to find a way to explain myself and my actions that she would understand. Eventually, I settled on the truth.
“My memory is as long as his pockets are deep.”
I gathered up her silver before I handed over her body for my gold.