Florean took the Galleon Tom had left behind out of his pocket and placed it gently on the wooden table in the center of the storeroom.
The gold coin gleamed faintly under the oil lamp, but Florean's gaze grew increasingly profound.
He reached out to pull open a drawer on the side of the table, rummaging through it for a long time as his fingers pushed aside layers upon layers of old ledger books, empty bottles, and loose scraps of parchment.
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