Moments after crossing the threshold into the shop, Ozlo is greeted by a loud thud and the sound of clinking shards. "On the table boy, your cut."

Sensing the confusion on Ozlo's face, Burgin gestures to the table. "That's your share of the shards. We get to keep any leftover and you get a small five percent. Go on boy, count them out."

Excitedly, Ozlo opened the pouch and started going through the shards. "One hundred and four, one hundred and five. One hundred and five shards? REALLY? It's mine?" Ozlo asked his master.

With an amused expression on his face, Burgin holds out his hand for the shards. "Actually, they're mine. As partial repayment for what you owe me."

It took Ozlo a moment to realize exactly what was happening, but as he did, a small groan escaped his lips. "UGH".

Chuckling to himself, Burgin laid a on Ozlo's shoulder, patting him gently. "There there, that's the rub. And let this be a lesson to you. Enough of this mopiness. You've put a sizeable dent in your debt, you've learned a thing or two I'm sure, and of course, you get to go brag to all your friends at the CDF that you've helped forge a mithril blade. Not many can say the same, least of all your young men your age."

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Ozlo perked up a bit at that, but it didn't quite quell his sour mood. "If I had some more shards, I could upgrade my strength card and... And... And then what? What exactly am I working for?" Ozlo had rarely stopped to think about the existential wants and needs of the human condition. Were he not interrupted perhaps he would have become a notable philosopher or perhaps a psychiatrist of some sort. However, Ozlo was interrupted, and with one of this favorite things.

"Ting" Glancing over, Ozlo noted that Burgin was removing a small cloche, damp with heat and moisture. "Boy, don't let your money woes get you down. You did good, didn't mess up, and you helped me out a fair bit. It's only fitting that you get SOME reward. So here. Dorothy's famous blueberry pie."

Ozlo, discarding his previous thoughts, joined his master at the table. "Mmmm. Pie." Ozlo thought to himself, all wants and worries dismissed."