The price of a Plunder City-State newspaper was twelve pesos, which was equivalent to a shabby breakfast or the cheapest dessert in the Cross District—one could buy a paper from a newsboy passing by or walk a few more steps to the end of another street to a newsstand.
Duncan, with a few coins in his pocket, bought a local newspaper from the newsstand, where the middle-aged owner was engrossed in reading something. Upon hearing the clink of coins Duncan dropped into the box, the owner gestured for him to help himself to a paper, never lifting his head the entire time.
Duncan peeked at what the man was reading and found it to be an article analyzing past lottery numbers, adorned with colorful lines drawing up all sorts of unrealistic fantasies.
He glanced down at the newspaper he had just purchased. The front-page headline was exactly the type of news he found most interesting: