Chapter 9
"...Then, thousands of years of trade later, you have that." she finished.
"Neat." I made a thoughtful expression. I hadn't heard a word. "What about currency?" I had to make sure my riches worked in this world.
"Usage of coins were widespread by the Dwarf Kings. Every nation has their own version, only adding their national symbols." She summoned three coins. One brown, one silver and a golden, thicker coin.
"Copper, mostly used in day to day expenditures; food, gate taxes, expendable tools. Silver, staying at an inn, purchasing livestock, long term tools. Globally, one hundred coppers make a silver. Some countries use a thicker copper coin that go for 50 simple ones, same for silver. Gold, however, is reserved for more 'permanent' things. Land, a store, crafting permits; things that would be useful for settling down as an individual. Most educational institutions deal in gold, such as Universities, Academies, and others that offer specific education. One hundred silver is one gold coin." she put her money away.
"Then we have platinum plaques. Those are used among businesses for large purchases, renting large amounts of land and transactions of that nature. One platinum plaque is worth one hundred gold coins. Countries deal with large amounts of platinum plaques." she was staring in front of her while talking.
"Can I see them?" I asked, extending a hand.
"Here." she summoned them back out and dropped them on my open palm.
The copper coin was thin as a five cents coin. It had markings on its border much like modern coins, with a pickax on one side, and a ship on the other. The silver one was practically identical except for the material and the size, being slightly thicker and wider, but not by much. The gold coin, however, was thick and twice the size of the copper coin. The pickax and ship depicted in the same fashion. I took a glove off and held the coin in my palm.
I had been ignoring it, but my skin color had solidified the past few days, making me gulp as I recalled the actress from Goldfinger as she was covered in gold. Though, in my case, it looked incredibly healthy instead of a substance that would poison me. The coin was, surprisingly, a shade duller than my own gold, even without me having the shine that metal had.
"Good thing you're wearing loads of armor, otherwise you'd be a small sun with the amount of glow you'd emit." she had seen me comparing my skin with the coin, grinning after joking.
I hope that's a joke.