How does one measure wealth?
Is it to have plenty for one's needs? Is it to have even more than one knows what to do with it? In this case, wealth was being able to indulge in one goddamn insane shopping spree!
Josh followed behind the young blacksmith as the man tyrannically requested to inspect every material. Then he would carefully observe it from all sides, some even taking in his hands when allowed.
The way he did it all seemed so mystifying, perhaps a bit too much even. The employee was looking at it happen at a complete loss. What kind of game was he playing?! Had he just….licked a rock?!
Yep, he was analyzing:
- The size
- The shape
- The smell
- The texture
- The taste
- Every fucking thing!
Do you ever get the sudden urge to devour something thanks to your gluttony bloodline? Does it ever cause you to be mistaken as a terrorist? Search no more! Here is what you need to do if this happens, you [Redacted]...
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