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“What did you do that for?”
Chilchuck looked at Senshi. “What?”
“What you just did,” the dwarf said. “What did you do that for?”
“Eh?” Chilchuck needed a moment to make sense. But then he looked at the fountain. “Oh. It’s called a wishing well.”
“Wishing well?”
“Yeah. You throw in a coin and make a wish. It is a sort of ritual. For good luck.”
“Oh.” Senshi looked at the coins shimmering on the ground of the fountain.
Chilchuck would have guessed there was at least a couple of gold worth of copper coins in there.
“Doesn’t someone take it out?” the dwarf then asked.
Chilchuck shrugged. “Yeah. Sure.” To be perfectly honest, he was not above it either. There might have been a time where he did sneak over to such a fountain lifting the coins from them during the night. And he knew he was not the only one. “Normally it is whoever runs the city.”
Senshi seemed to consider this. “So it is a ritual?”
“Yeah. Superstition.” Chilchuck put his hands into his pockets, now turning away from the fountain.
“And yet you do it.”
“You know how it is. I am gonna go home now. It is a long way. Stuff happens on long journeys. So you are better safe than sorry.”
“I guess that makes sense,” Senshi agreed. He went through his own bag – though it did not surprise Chilchuck that there was no coin to be found.
At least that was what he thought. But then Senshi did produce a golden coin.
“Where did you get that?” Chilchuck asked, as Senshi tossed the coin into the fountain.
The dwarf just gave an innocent shrug.
Chilchuck watched the coin. It dropped suspiciously slowly to the bottom of the fountain, making Chilchuck only slowly realize: “That was a treasure bug, wasn’t it?”
Again the dwarf just shrugged, walking away. Between his beard and his helmet – a helmet he wore even outside the darn dungeon – it was hard to read his expression.
Chilchuck stared at the supposed gold coin that had not even sunk fully to the ground of the fountain, floating somewhere in the water.
He knew it was just a superstition. He knew the coins would likely do nothing but line the pockets of… well, whoever was going to line their pockets with it now. Things were about to change either way.
He still felt almost sorry for the poor guy or gal whoever might fish out the treasure bug, possibly not knowing what it was.
He paused. And then he tossed another copper, before following the dwarf.
He did not say anything. Because he knew that arguing about it was silly either way.
“I have realized I know so little about a lot of surface culture,” Senshi mused, as Chilchuck was walking next to him.
“I guess you have time to learn now,” Chilchuck said with a sigh.
“Hmm.” The dwarf thought for a moment, but then he nodded. “I guess I do.”
