Word: Argent

 

argent

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[ ahr-juhnt ]

noun

1. Heraldry. the tincture or metal silver.
2. Archaic.
   1. silver.
   2. something silvery or white.
3. Obsolete. money.

 

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Will stared out at the door. He knew he should probably be doing something. Something related to his job. But there was nothing. All the shelves were stocked and cleaned. The money drawer was well tended to, and the amounts had been checked over several times. Really, there was nothing to do. Which meant all he could do was let his mind wander. 

That was when the door flew open. A man in armor burst into the small shop. He was covered in sweat, dirt and blood. Will wondered how much was his. The armored man made a bee line for the counter. 

“You, shop keep, I need something silver. Quickly!” 

“Uh...silver? I don’t know if--” 

“It doesn’t matter what it is, as long as it’s silver!” The man looked over his shoulder at the open door. Outside was cloudy, with a faint haze spreading over the streets.  

“Okay, let me see what we have.” Will said, looking over the contents of the store. 

It was a bunch of knickknacks and oddities. Things that other people had sold for a quick coin. Most of it was junk. Will at least looked, trying to find the telltale look of silver. 

 

He eventually settled on a game board. It was a fancy thing, the kind that nobles would use. It had been sold by a nobleman whose estate was not doing well, but the important part was the pieces were made of gold and silver. Or at least, they looked like they were. 

Will took the game set and placed it on the counter. He opened his mouth to give his sales speech, but the man grabbed one of the silver pieces. He hefted it, turned it over in his armored hand, then clicked his tongue. 

“Fake. I need real silver, lad. Now!” 

“I...I don’t...I don’t know if we have anything else that’s real silver. That was closest thing I know of we have.” 

“Damn it!” 

“Feel free to look around. Maybe you’ll find something I missed? I don’t know everything in the store.” 

The man cast his gaze around the store. He hurriedly looked around the shelves, ignoring anything that was not made of metal. He suddenly paused and looked closer at a small ring. A ring that, to Will, did not seem to be made of silver. But the armored man picked it up and turned it over. 

“Electrum.” The man said. “Half silver, but it’s better than nothing. Hopefully it’ll be enough.” The man reached into his pocket and pulled out a large gold coin. He flipped it to Will, who fumbled with the money. 

“Uh, excuse me, but this is too much.” 

“Doesn’t matter. Keep the change.” The armored man said. He was already rushing towards the door. 

Will watched the man go, rolling the coin between his fingers. It was worth more than the store made in a year. If the man could throw around that kind of money without a second thought, maybe Will was in the wrong line of work. Adventurers seemed to make a lot of money, if the one that just left was anything to go by. But then again, considering the man’s rush and state of cleanliness, he had to wonder if it was worth it. Maybe Will was better off staying right where he was, where he did not run into monsters on a daily basis.     ********************************

Call me crazy, but any job that involves fighting werewolves, vampires or other silver vulnerable monsters is something I want to stay well away from.