"What rules?"
The face made of coins asked, the firelight shining through the gaps between its coins made Shard, who was staring at it, feel increasingly disturbed, as instead of feeling the heat, he felt a cold chill:
"Since you're here and haven't actively harmed the visitors, you naturally serve some role like a camp guide. You can tell them the rules here, can't you tell me?"
Saying that, he tossed the only "Power of Existence" coin in his hand:
"Or perhaps, even this basic simple information requires a fee?"
The face stared at Shard, speaking slowly:
"Everything in Black Mist Camp requires a price to obtain. Some require souls, sins, etc., most require payment with one's own existence. Dear visitor, you can exchange your entire existence or part of it into coins here. And I will only charge a very small fee."
Upon hearing "fee," Shard knew it was true. If it was a free exchange, he would suspect it to be a deeper trap.
"Can you exchange part of your existence?"
