DADADA DA-DA, DA-DA-DA

(YES IT IS THE VICTORY SONG FOR FINAL FANTASY)

Chap. 2, outside Corneria, they grow soybeans, there out of the forest with booty

"Well what are we gonna do with all these 'charitable goods.'" Asked Boris.

"Ye olde pawn shoppe and yeh olden bank. My ass, it's called the black market." Retorted Vivaldi. The two rode out, hours past and it was dead night before they got to Corneria's main street. Just as planned. The pair then went through some back alleys and pulled there "charitable goods" into a loading dock. Vivaldi got off his mount and walked to a small man.

"Yo Viv, this looks like a hefty bounty, so whatt'ya got ferme?" said the dwarf, he was about 4, 10, one of the tallest of dwarf ancestry.

"Well Ig, I got about 5 tons of Dwarven Gold."

"Dwarf? Dwarvenland or Flardengdom?"Asked Ig

"I took it from brigands who stole it from Dwarvenland." Said Vivaldi.

"Hahaha! Good, protecting my homeland! Ifya stole it, I would've to kill ye. Very slowely and painfully." Said Ig.

"I know, you think I would come here if I did?"

"Hahahahaha! I know better than to doubt ye my friend!" Said Ig in a voice a little too loud for the situation of the "charitable goods." "Since ye helpred out my homeland I'll giv'ya a bonus. Howwa bout….. 1 million gil?"

"Sounds good." Said Vivaldi. Ig went into a chest just a few feet behind him, Ig takes out a big bag and hands it to Vivaldi, which in turn he puts it in his bag of infinite holding.

"It's kind of weird that you would trust me with this much info, I've known you only for about, hmmm…, two weeks at most." Said Boris.

"Well, I trust you." Awnsered Vivaldi, "But I know you wouldn't double cross me, you just seem like a trustworthy man," At that point Vivaldi relized how young Boris looked, he never asked his age, "By the way, how old are you?"

"Me, I'm about 109, I'm half elf, so I've still got about…. 891 years to go. If I where full-elf, I would have the physique of a ten year old." Awnsered Boris.

"Shiiiiiieeeet! I'm only 30. But I plan on sacrificing the Cornarian army to the god of death to secure my immortality."

"Good luck with that."

"It's late, we need to get to an inn. I'm starving."