Who Will Play Bearskin?

The room fell silent. Valeera clearly did not want to return to Doomhammer, where she had endured an unbearable life as a gladiator.

Deren scratched his head in frustration, then finally took out a bag of gold coins from his Space Bag. "Two hundred gold coins. This is the deposit. I'll pay another three hundred after it's done. That's my sincerity. In addition, I'll cover all travel, lodging, and related expenses. There'll be a bonus if the performance succeeds."

As Valeera watched the heavy bag of coins make the table tremble under its weight, her gaze went momentarily unfocused. She deftly untied the purse and grabbed a handful. Her fingers brushed over the lion emblem stamped on the coins. These were Stormwind City gold coins, accepted across the continent.

Kael'thas, seated beside her, felt a little envious as well. Deren was far more generous than he was, an elven king. He could casually throw hundreds of gold coins at someone.

Verina, who had remained silent beside him, also lit up at the sight. Since arriving in Quel'Thalas, the Sindra Elves had finally come to understand the allure of gold. They had spent thousands of years holed up in that godforsaken place in Feralas, poor as dirt. Even if they had money, they could not buy anything good.

But now, in Quel'Thalas, as long as one had money, Goblins could immediately procure all the finest things from across the continent. Food, drink, entertainment—their lives had become incredibly vibrant. The High Elves were not wealthy, though. They were not so poor that they could not afford to eat, but taxes and trade did not bring in much money. Even Kael'thas, the king of such a large realm, did not have several hundred gold coins a month to spend freely, let alone her,