The Elderly Giant

Eisen didn't know what these patterns were supposed to be, but he knew that there was some kind of meaning to them. It couldn't just be a coincidence that the pattern that Eisen was subconsciously obsessed with could be found on the coins of the country that he was born in.

Maybe he would be able to find something out in the city that they were heading to, something that the Grandour would be able to tell him if he asked. He should know the history of the currency, at least. Or so Eisen hoped.

"Is something wrong?" Kirisho asked with a concerned frown. Eisen turned his head toward her and smiled, "Everything is fine, I'm just a bit confused about something. It seems like I'm subconsciously obsessed with those patterns, and I honestly don't know why that is." The old man explained as he scratched the back of his head.