They stood in the hallway for a moment, the low murmur of the cafeteria drifting out each time the door swung as people entered or left.
Rowan leaned against the wall, folding his arms while Wade and Ingrid mirrored him on either side.
For the first time since the battle, none of them were in a rush to be anywhere.
"So," Rowan said, clearing his throat, repeating the question they'd been pondering, "two point two million coins each. That's… a lot of money."
"A ridiculous amount," Wade agreed. "I've never held that much wealth before. Makes a man think."
Ingrid answered with her usual blunt calm. "Same."
Rowan rubbed his chin. "Alright, let's think responsibly. Priority one, gear. We can now afford better armor and stronger weapons."
"You know our current gear can't even scratch the skin of some executives, not to talk of higher leveled monsters. Maybe we can buy them now before prices spike again."
