Author's Notes: I've written this and the next chapter during school when I was bored outta my mind in my classes (cougheconomnicscough, coughdriveredcough). Can you tell? Surprisingly, I did good in those two(especially Driver Ed. Fear...).
About an hour later, the whole group arrived to the town. Marth the tactician found an inn for everyone to stay at. The troops decided to rest up before having a day of fun.
"Okay, everyone! Gather 'round to get some spending money!" called Eliwood from the front desk.
It sounded like a herd of sugar high elephants as everyone ran down the stairs. Marth nearly lost her life as people trampled over her. Her secret tactician book landed on her head as she lied face down with footprints all over her back. Lucius helped Marth up and carried her downstairs.
Whoa! No wonder why I failed Economics in school! It's painful! Eliwood thought to himself as he stared in awe at the run over tactician. "Err… The next person who has to buy the supplies is… Marth, once she recovers," said Eliwood.
Merlinus brought out a jar that contained the funds for the troop. When he opened it, his expression turned grim. Everyone surrounded the merchant to see what the problem was.
They had NO money!
"AAAHHHH!!! But why's all the money gone?!" exclaimed Rebecca.
"Told you to save 10 percent of it for emergencies…" grumbled Nils.
"Now how are we going to get money?" asked Sain.
"Um… I guess we should all get jobs to earn money…" said the tactician after she finally came to.
"All of us?!" asked Farina.
"Yes, including myself."
"Hey! I know a good way to rake in the gold!" said Erk. He wore an unusually broad grin with his serious eyes now bright and cheerful.
"Spit it out then!" growled Hector.
"We can sale off Serra as a slave and while she gets taken away doing slave work, we'll have tons of gold!" Erk was standing up, his arms out, waiting for feedback.
"…You just want to get rid of me!" cried Serra.
"It's for a good cause!" Erk retorted. Everyone glanced at him suspiciously while Marth snorted and laughed. "Look! The fact that we're broke and won't last without new supplies is more important than my sanity!"
"No selling off other troops as slaves," said Marth. "Not yet, anyway. We could do that as a last resort. That'll be if we all can't earn enough for a single healing staff."
"What kinda ways can we earn money?" asked Matthew.
"I'll try the arena once I earn enough money," said Marth.
"Milady, please refrain from such tedious tasks!" cried Sain. "I do not wish for you to damage your beauty!"
Marth took a spare bow and quiver, along with a fire book, a flux book, a light book, a thunder book, and the devil axe. As she left the inn, everyone looked at her as if she had lost her mind.
"Well… I tried to talk her out of it…" Sain looked at the floor and mumbled.
Author's Notes: No, my tactician isn't a Mary Sue that can use any weapon and defeat all enemies that come her way. She's just a wacko... which'll be her downfall.