Relieved that the outlaw was gone, Garit crouched back down, and sifted through the water, looking for anything shiny. He found just that. The bit of glint he had caught before, turned out to be a small coin. Where it was from and what it was doing here, Garit had no idea, but he reasoned that if someone had thrown their money into a river, they didn't want it. Searching for anything else that might get him his next meal, he pocketed the coin. 'Who knows? Maybe it's rare or something?' He thought somewhat dissapointed that it wasn't something more desireble.
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Congratulations, Oddey, on winning FC's fanfiction competition two years running! You are clearly the man to beat!
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