((Chopped the numbers down to 100, and I also added some details (for fun, mostly) below)) Spoiler: Tale of A Backpack While waiting for approval, Couratious just only noticed something. Even with a water-resistant backpack, most of his Lucky Charms were damaged by rain on the journey. The ink blurred and the papers became fragile, making them useless to him. Thankfully, he didn't bring any of his books and scrolls. They were way too precious for him, and he preferred to bring them only when necessary. Guessing that there were no threats in town, he didn't bring the scrolls. (Again, he learnt about most of the world from his books. Books that mostly told only the good things.) And bringing the books would just be way too heavy. So he immediately stored them inside his room on one of the inns in the town when entering it. He just brought the Lucky Charms if there was any unlucky adventurers, for a little bit more coins. Then, he realized it. He was scammed. A scammer got scammed by one another. He covered his face with his hand in shame, remembering the folly he had done. Walking confidently in the middle of a town while raining is a bad idea. Even if you bought a (supposedly) water resistant backpack from the town itself. "And here I thought there would be no scammers in town," he muttered. Indeed, he had thought that there was no way for there to be a scammer in town. After all, this was his first time going into one. All the previous locations he was in were only villages, with the villagers easy to fool. He had expected the town to be beautiful, more-civilized, and thus, scammer-less (based on his books). Regrettably, what is done cannot be undone. Most of the coins he made from scamming was used to buy the backpack, leaving him only some of its former number. And so, he cried. Because all of the coins lost. And all the hours spent making the charms. Though this revealed another thing to him, his robe is the one that was actually water resistant. After all, how come he didn't got wet in the middle of that rain. It was said that there was a man with a dry robe and wet backpack. Who covered his face with his hands. And muttered countless curses (mostly for himself). Seen inside the guild.