Jeffsworth walked down the stone path as he continued his search for a shop. He was hungry, thirsty, and needed more supplies all around. He had just looted a cave and came out of it with treasure a plenty, but it had left him with a sword and shield as his only equipment.
Luckily for Jeffsworth, money wouldn't be an issue when bartering with store owners.
Unluckily for Jeffsworth, it seemed near impossible to find one.
Nightfall was approaching. He was close to the village he resided in, but coming back with so much gold would probably not end well. There were shops and merchants in his village, but the townsfolk would know of his riches, something Jeffsworth wanted to keep to himself.