Adaron steps into the Trade Center which he has become all too familiar with. He pulls a bag with 450 GP, the last of his gold from his side and sets it down on the ground next to a wall. He attaches a note to it and stands up heading out of the store and off to yet another solo quest.
"Vanguards,
I have no use for this gold, I am rarely killed and when I am injured I will have to deal with it my own way. From this point on any money I don't spend on what is absolutely necessary for survival within The World is yours. I don't really care if you appreciate this or not that's not of any interest to me. Just use it to help your guild out.
Adaron"
