The Haul

Though it was early morning, and each of them had yet to sleep, not a single one of them felt tired, for they were burning with anticipation.

They sat in the reception room in the downstairs of the main building, as they presented all their goods on the table.

Jewellery and furs were littered everywhere, as were rolls of silk.

"Bloody hell, I never expected there to be so much."

Morohira commented in awe, as he looked at the scale of their haul.

"Neither did I."

Gengyo agreed, though he had been the one to plan all this.

"We're rich…"

Ii mumbled as he ran a cluster of necklaces through his fingers, savouring the feeling of the cool metal against his skin.

"Can you value all this?"

Gengyo asked of Jikouji. The old man had a better understanding of how each item was likely to be priced, because of his experience.

"I can, but it'll take a while."

He warned.

"We're willing to wait, aren't we fellas?"