>Would an old coin perhaps have greater value, at least to collectors?
>Do we know anyone who might be interested un such a coin?
>Do we know anyone who might be able to tell us what value the coin might have? Or is there a reference we can check?
>And do we know any way to determine its authenticity or know anyone who might know a way to do so?
>Old coins certainly can, although you're not very informed about the marketplace for such things; you couldn't guess how much, if anything, this particular one might be worth.
>There's an antique dealer or two in town, although Braston itself doesn't have a large market for such things; you don't know how good their prices would be. There's always an off-chance Rinnosuke himself might be interested. He does have a rather eclectic collection of seemingly unrelated goods, although he probably wouldn't be interested in it unless it was special in some way, and not merely a run-of-the-mill antique coin. There's probably a few coin collectors about; someone at the Seeker's guild might know where you could find one.
>If Rinnosuke himself couldn't appraise it, you're almost certain he would know who someone who could. The antique dealers probably also could, although you're not confident they'd give a fair appraisal if they were interested in acquiring it themselves.
>You'd probably trust Rinnosuke more than anyone else, on that front.
>Keep an eye out for strays along the way.
>You continue northward, keeping an eye out for strays as you go. You have a glance about for the tabby as you pass the place you saw him on the way down, but if he's still nearby, he's out of sight. In fact, in proves to be a disappointingly cat-free trip, and soon enough you find yourself in front of The Melon Bowl.
>It's a relatively small place, but rather less drab than a lot of buildings in Braston; you think it's fairly new. The front is festooned with brightly colored wooden wooden cut-outs of fresh fruit and large windows help give the place a light and open look.
>Stepping inside, you note that there are few customers, even for its size: a human couple at a table by the window, and a kappa with short teal hair and goggles on top of her head, sitting at a stool by the front counter, and digging enthusiastically into a pineapple parfait. Huh. Don't see many kappa out this way. A young woman with auburn hair stands behind the counter, idling mopping it with a wet rag.
>A glance at the menuboard suggests the place specializes in fresh fruit: smoothies, fruit salads, parfaits, waffles, and the like. However, a somewhat depressing number of items have 'out of stock' marked across them. Perhaps that might explain the empty room.
