Every week, I took a handwagon's worth of food to the Alchemist's home. He always paid in gold, although it was always in odd forms, like it had been melted or cut up or such.
But then one week, when I got there, he was laughing and dancing around. When he saw me, he laughed and gave me a huge bag of gold.
He babbled something about having done it, and he was off to tell his patron.
I had assumed his patron was a lead dealer, but instead it was a silver dealer, and after gold became near worthless...
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