Amon let out a bark of laughter as the war picked up, enjoying himself, the calm and apathetic demeanor gone to the wayside now that he was on a battlefield he had lived on since birth. He had seen the merchant eyeing the pot the little creature had offered, seeming genuinely interested. Ahhh apparently it's true, all that glitters isn't gold, especially in the eyes of what was at least an eccentric if not crazed man. 

    Amon shook his head, trying to talk himself out of his next move. He didn't even know if this was the true map, hell he was even sure there was a true map. However each time he managed to talk himself out of it, he saw the faces of his family, the sneering,g of his brothers and sister as they tore apart the family name and business, his mother's voice saying it was to dangerous for such a sickly  [I]child[/i], his father looking at him with disgust as all he saw was some diseased shell looking for a hand out. Those eyes he saw everyday, that contempt he felt even when his father was away on trips. 
     He could feel a determination, a stubbornness welling up he was going to prove them wrong, he was going to be the face of the Shukal family, HE WAS GOING

"250 COINS"

To have to get out of town soon. Horror covered his face as he heard the what had just left his mouth. His brothers and sisters were going to kill him, and that was if he was lucky and his father didn't find out first.