The trouble with money

While in town, Dror was determined to try to repay Umak the money his father owed to him. He quickly found a job with a caravan and with Lord Khel's permission he left for a time travelling with a caravan. The trip was uneventful and after 30 days Dror was able to return to town with 5 Gold Crowns to his name. Still not enough to pay Umak, but a start.

He considered going to Umak immediately with the partial payment but decided that it would be best to come to him with the full 20 Gold pieces in payment. Discussing his situation with Lord Khel on his return, the good lord offered his services to Dror to help him with doubling his money.

"It will be easy Dror. I know a good gambling hall. You can have your money multiplied several times if you are lucky. Maybe even have some left over for yourself when you are done. I've done this before and I'll help you pick a good sucker that we can ply with liquor. Once he's good and drunk, it will be easy to take, er win his money fair and square."

It sounded like a good idea and so inspite of his better judgement, Dror soon found himself in the gambling hall and shortly therafter leaving with his entire 5 gold crowns gone.

"By the God's!" said Khel as they left. "I've never seen a man drink so much. It was like he got more sober as he drank. Sorry Dror, I tried. Hey let me buy you a drink........."

Dror took on a job in town hauling bricks at a construction site. After a week, he threw his back out after he tried carrying too big a load. He now had only one gold crown to his name and was laid up in a bed (if you could call it that) for a while at a rat infested inn near the docks.

One night as he lay sleeping the city guard entered the inn looking for "That dirty Ulronai" and found him lying in his cot. "The Duke has instituted a tax on all Ulronai in the city. It's your duty to pay our lord his fair due."

Dror considered the situation carefully. Four city guards vs. him with a bad back and only his hunting knife handy. His sword under his bed would be of no help. He could probably take one or two of them down but the room was too small to manuever in and his back was a liablity. He handed them his last gold crown and rolled over.

Broke again.