Moon waved her off without turning around. "It's yours now. Take good care of it."
And with that, he left, walking off down the street as if he hadn't just changed a stranger's entire life in the span of a few minutes, leaving behind a stunned young girl clutching a weapon worth a fortune, a field of corpses that would make her wealthy, and a story she would remember for the rest of her days.
Moon didn't look back. To him, it had cost nothing, a staff he didn't need, a potion from an overflowing supply that he didn't use, and a few minutes of his time.
But he'd learned long ago that small kindnesses, scattered freely when they cost him little, had a way of planting seeds.
Goodwill, reputation, and loyalty of people who remembered how they'd been treated. And beyond any calculation, it had simply felt good to help someone who'd been handed so little.
He pocketed his phone, resumed his course toward home, and left the broken gate and the grateful girl behind him.
