Determination, part 3

On the table, reflecting the sunlight, a pile of shiny and beautiful golden coins lay.

There were about a hundred gold coins; Gregar had never seen with his own eyes so much wealth accumulated in one place.

So close, but at the same time so far.

Before today, it had been years since he last touched a gold coin; now, before him, was a small pile of these.

The reflections of the solar rays coming from the coins was a synonym for requisition, a requisition impossible for him to obtain.

Gregar's hand trembled as he slowly approached the gold coins.

He knew that the mysterious person named Zark was staring at him, but that didn't matter to him.

After picking up a coin, he stroked it gently, as if he was trying to verify that it was real.

Obviously the coin was real, each and every one was equally thick and the engraving on both sides was perfect and identical, impossible to differentiate one from the other.