"Theodore! The smelling salts! Quickly!" Finch exclaimed with a choked voice, his face paling dramatically.
The mouse frantically scurried across the counter, bringing a tiny flask that Finch opened with trembling fingers. He inhaled deeply, his eyes watering from the sharp scent.
"Everything?" he repeated, as if hoping he had misheard. "All five hundred and forty-five thousand? Down to the last crystal?"
"Yes," Ren nodded calmly. "I don't know how much they'll charge me to send money to my parents, so I'd rather have a margin."
"Your parents!" Finch exclaimed, momentarily recovering his dramatic flair. His eyes widened behind his spectacles as he clutched his chest. "Of course! The young magnate honoring those who gave him life! What a noble gesture!"
Though his expression darkened again immediately, his mustache drooping visibly.
