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By sunset, he had five denars and a bag of moldy bread. It was a start.

"Free," he whispered, though he wasn't sure if he meant the cost of his journey or the way he felt on the open plains. By sunset, he had five denars and a bag of moldy bread

Alaric stared at the digital flickering of the world before him—Version 1.174. He wasn’t a king, not yet. He was just a man with a chipped arming sword, a stolen horse, and exactly zero denars to his name. Behind him, the snowy peaks of the Vaegir Kingdom loomed like frozen giants; ahead, the sun-scorched deserts of the Sarranid Sultanate promised only thirst and bandits. " he whispered