Aphorio walked in staring down in wonder at the five golden chunks of metal he now possessed. In his forest home, money wasn't a concept that existed, he had heard of it but it had never made sense to him. Upon entering the contest, he had been informed that for some reason the lady who worked here was for some reason willing to exchange these bits of metal for useful items.
He decided to spend each one on a different item that might help him.
Wooden Shield - 1 gold
Quarterstaff - 1 gold
Long Bow - 1 gold
Leather Armor - 1 gold
Clear Potion - +2 Dex, 1 Gold | Idk why that didnt work.
Rolled: 4 (4) [1d20] | Health
Rolled: 3 (3) [1d8]
Initiative
Rolled: 16 (16) [1d20] |