#detectivegeeter

It had taken him a few minutes of observation, but study had rewarded him enough knowledge of how the machine seemed to operate. Others had come and gone inserting something into the rectangular slot, and in return, a beverage of their choosing was dropped rather unceremoniously into the lower bin.

In short, it was a mechanized merchant--but what sort of currency did it accept? Gold? Another sort of foreign metal? All he had with him was a copper coin, but it seemed too small for the slit--and Kouen refused to discard it for a mere drink when it was the rather pitiful metal vessel that Astaroth had been transferred to.

With a frown, he took a step back away from the metal merchant, just as he heard someone approach. Perhaps he could ask this one what manner of currency not only this machine used, but the remainder of the city as well.