(IC) Nodnol: The Story Begins
Alone in his room, Ralgar sips on his ale, an unusual drinking pace for him. Pulling a chair up to the table, he pours his coin purse out and counts his gold. Slowly and deliberately, he counts the coins, setting aside every fourth gold piece, occasionally taking a drink. When all the coins have been sorted, he pushes the chair back and leans back, mug in hand, and sighs. "Ah, there's never enough." He looks to the ceiling and raises his mug. "Maybe in the next day or so I'll be able to send ya something." He finishes his ale. "Hang in there."
He puts his coins away and turns in for the night.