Frostbound

"What's a copper coin even worth?" Vinny asked.

We were on the road again and his cart jostled along next to mine as we walked. The wheels thumped and rattled behind him and the cart had significant changes made to it during our stop and grew to even larger than the one I pulled.

He made the whole thing fold out into a temporary forge so he could have a better workspace than what he was dealing with. Making it a forge on wheels almost.

It still wasn't enough to handle the Spirit Fire he had purchased but it was way better than the makeshift workspace from before.

Without anything else to do during our travel, we mostly talked about random things or just watched nature go by. Ever since we earned our first coin of the new currency, that was the talk of most of the caravan.

We knew it was money, but not what it was worth.

"I've got no idea. I assume it's like a penny or something since it's the lowest denomination." I responded.

"But think about what you did to earn that. You went and fought deadly monsters inside of a dungeon and were rewarded only a few coins? Imagine if you weren't higher level than the monsters and had to fight them at level?" Vinny pondered, "Plus, how many total did you get from the entire dungeon?"

He brought up good points and it made me think about it deeper, "Austin and I walked out with 44 total, but if we were a party, we would split that so... 22 each for the whole thing." I counted out.

"Yeah, but a party would have more people, so split it 5 ways instead of 2 and each person would make under 10 coins." Vinny pointed out.

"It was more than that though, we came out with other loot than only coins. The materials are worth something as well," I added.

"True, but there are other expenses as well if we're getting technical. I had to re-sharpen swords, bend shields back into place, service armor and gear. That would usually carry a cost along with it. Add in the fact you took some of what they made as well..." He said.