'Fools and gold would always add up.' That was Fool's catch phrase. Her full name, Fool's Gold, suited herself, along with her profession, per say, quite well. This time she was at a small stand outside a local gambling casino. The men that came out were normally drunk, and loaded with cash. And all it took to get there attention was a shiny item, and they'd be eating out of her paws. Of course, the occasional sober man came out, and that was when it was time to pack up. This day though, had been a great day, if she did say so herself. A total of twenty spray-painted fool's gold rings, with a touch of clear paint to make it more solid had been made and sold, and along with that, two especially drunk suckers bought a ring with a washer on it for twenty keystones a piece. Her cousin Seraphim had scolded her, but the only thing she said was "People are either stupid, or smart. Stupid people were put on the planet for smart people to take advantage of. Look at it that was cuz. It makes life a whole lot more enjoyable." Now that shut Seraphim up.