The next day, Aristia had a dream.
In that dream, she was in her restaurant and it was filled up. People held pouches of gold coins in their hands and waved them around, all begging her to take it.
She was sitting on a gold throne placed on a heap of gold, surrounded by pouches filled with money piled up all around her, and people wailing and begging, begging for her to take their money.
"Take my coin! There's silver and gold!" Wails rang out from every corner.
"Take all my money. Please, I beg of you, please..." A man crawled on his knees next to the gold pile beneath her feet, holding a pouch filled to the brim with gold coins and begging desperately.
"Mwahahahahaha!" Aristia cackled loudly and evilly.
She stretched out her hand to command the man to put the money among the pile, to tell him that she had gracefully and benevolently accepted his money.
However, at that moment, her eyes snapped open.
