"What, were you expecting to get paid in real gold?"
"No, but I wasn't expecting poorly cut circles of cardboard either."
"Fine, I'll take them back."
"Go ahead. If you keep trying to distribute something that pathetic, inflation is the least of your worries."
"What do you mean?"
"I could counterfeit these so easily, and not even you would be able to tell the difference."
"Okay, you do better."
"What's the budget?"
"We'll call you Tercius, you'll be third in command when we take off, and you can play for free if you want to play," Secondus offered, shivering in the wintry air outside the local college welding studio.
"And all you need is for me to make a few fake coins?"
"It's a little more complicated than that. We need a minting, something that's at least a little challenging to counterfeit."
"What's the budget?"
Secondus said nothing.
"Seriously? I thought you were being serious about this whole thing."
"I am. We are. We just don't have any money yet. Once we start bringing in players--"
"You don't even have any players yet?"
"We have a couple of players, just one party so far, but the applications are coming in. We have them, we have the interest, we just don't have the management to handle them yet."
"So you want to buy me off with an honorary chair-like position."
"Just for now. When the money starts coming in, then you'll get your cut, with backpay."
"Don't push your luck."
"Fine, fine. It sounds like an interesting idea anyway. If it's intricate enough work, I might be able to pass it off as my journeyman project. What exactly are you looking for?"
"Gold, silver, and bronze."
Tercius threw back his head and roared.
"Oh, stop it. That's just what we call the coins. Nobody's expecting them to actually be gold, silver, or bronze."
"Really. Can you imagine tromping around the woods with a pretend bag of money that's worth actual money in the real world? People would play our game just to pawn off our fake money. We're not that stupid."
"So three denominations."
"Pretty much. Each converted at a hundred to one."
"Is there anything else you want? Your face on one side?"
"Please, no. We just need the denominations clear, made difficult to counterfeit, and not worth enough to pawn outside the game."
"You'll owe me big for this."
"I'm regretting it already."