Horizon of Darkness

Zeikin looked at the spectral coins and tried to visually identify the differences from the standard currency of the kingdoms, and asked the merchant:
- Distinguishing the watermarks on such money is not an easy task. Many counterfeiters have been hanged in Seetria alone, let alone other countries, and they have no reason to stop pursuing their life's work. What is the source of the funds, if I may ask? I'm not implying anything, but no one is immune to being scammed, even an experienced traveling merchant. It's just the costs of the industry.

-Meow-bul! Meow-bul!

- What's wrong with you? - Zeikin glanced worriedly at the bucket, initially thinking that their loquacious companion had completely lost his mind, and only then noticed the cat.
"Did I start smelling like chemicals or something?" he thought, trying to carefully move his foot away from the sticky animal.
- I don't have anything for you, - Zeikin shook his head at the cat. - Although...
The mercenary took a brick of concentrate from his rations, broke off a piece, and threw it to the cat a couple of steps away.