Her generosity and the warm smile she gave the children while handing them the coin so that they could proudly present it to their parents, instead, was something Nana would have never done.
"What about me?" Vexal asked after the Crone passed in front of him, yet gave him nothing.
"Keep standing up for your clients like you did today, and these people will come back here every day. Sooner or later, this silver will end up in your pockets, so don't be greedy, young man." Baba Yaga replied.
"Good thinking." Vexal didn't need the silver, but he was a greedy man.
His greed, however, couldn't keep up with the joy he felt thinking that maybe Nana had sent the old mage to his shop to help her old village.
"Since I'm giving you so much silver, I need you to do something for me." The Crone said.
"If it doesn't interfere with my business, sure." The baker nodded.
