Sack in hand she stood again, and moved away from the bodies as their blood soaked into the ground. Pulling the bag open, Makae upended it, spilling the contents to the ground. Coins, jewellery, well made goblets, and other trinkets fell and clattered on the ground.
Crouching, sword rested across her thighs, Makae plucked a coin from the ground. A French livre. Makae turned it over in her fingers a moment before she tossed it aside and picked up a small handful. She recognized stamps on each of the gold and silver coins from England, Aragon, Denmark, and of course German coins of the Empire.
Makae tossed them aside, as she inspected a ring. A gold band with a large set ruby. Her hand brushed at a chalice. She was no expert but it did look to be of fine make. Something a noble would have.
