>Bit pouch: (112 bits, 3 small gems, 7 medium gems, 3 large gems)
 
>Might as well give him a quick rundown.
“Oh, you know… fighting corrupted yetis and a god of hate while trekking through a dangerous tundra, just to come back to save a corrupted Princess Cadance.”
>Gyro’s face mirrors that of Wheaties when you first told her.
>”Jeez… S-so, you’re like, a hero?..”
“I wouldn’t say that. I’ve just been doing what I needed to do. I’ve also been boosting my magic up and actually learned some healing and portal magic, but putting that aside-”
>”W-wait, hold on… Uhm, did you just say uh, h-healing?”
>You nod to affirm it, and his ears fall flat a bit.
>Before he can say anything, Redheart finishes for him.
>”We’ve all been surprised at what he can do when he puts his mind to it, trust us.”
>”..R-right…”
“Also, for the contracts you’ve been getting, I’ve been talking to Cadance and Shining Armor, as well as Celestia. They’re the reason you’ve got those.”
>Gyro can’t help but smile at the newfound success you’ve managed to give him.
“Anywho, I actually have somepony with me here you haven’t met yet. Gyro, this is my friend Wheaties.”
>Being a bit miffed that you suddenly called her name, Wheaties makes her way through the group and stands at the front, waving to Gyro.
>”Hello, hi… Wheaties..”
>Gyro looks at you for a split second before returning his gaze, and offers her a hoof.
>They bump their hooves awkwardly in a sign of greeting.
>”G-gyro.”
“We’re all going out to eat and get a few drinks. I insist that you come along, my friend.”
>You pat him on the wither a few times, and he laughs nervously.
>”W-well, uhm, I’d like to, b-but I’m just a little busy, and, you know, gotta, uh, ...k-keep up with the workers, you know, uh… make sure they’re doing it r-right?...”
>The entire party stares at him, completely unbelieving of what he’s saying.
>”I, uh… already ate…?”
>This time, a sudden pink blur rockets from the ceiling and pounces on Gyro.
>Pinkie just used him as a trampoline!
>”C’MON JY-JY! It’ll totally be the bestest funnest, super stupendoustest day EVER! You so gotta come with us and-”
>She stops jumping on him and gasps, suddenly picking him up and twirling him like a ballet dancer.
>”We can go CRYSTAL-SKATING, and and have a huge giant celebration party for your store and we could, OOOH, let’s make COG-SHAPED PARTY CAAAAKES!”
>At the last word, she squeezes Gyro in a bone-crushing hug with the biggest smile on her face, and he looks like he’s about to pop.
>Applejack thinks it’s time he gets some personal space.
>“O-okay, Pinkie! He’s dyin’ over there!”
>”Oh, hehe… sorry..”
>She lets him go and he struggles to breath, pounding his smudged chest with a hoof to make sure he gets air back inside.
>You look at Pinkie and see that she’s got grime on her fur that looks absolutely atrocious.
“But first, uh, you both might need a shower.”
>Gyro looks at Pinkie, realizing that his dirty condition did that to her.
>To say he imitated Christmas lights by turning from green to red is an understatement.
>”Y-yeah, I’ll uh, go hose off real quick.”
>Pinkie didn’t seem to even be phased by it, and they both walk/bounce out of the store to go clean themselves off.
>While you’re waiting, the door to the office suddenly bursts open, and two burly stallions with the same firearms push in a huge brown sack on a wheeled cart.
>”Oof… This damn thing’s gonna give me a hernia..”
>”Uh, Anonymous!?”
“That’s me…”
>You and your party look at the sack that gets dumped onto the ground, wondering what it could be.
>One of the stallions leave while the other follows him, about to close the door right before he says something.
>”There’s your royalties. If you feel like being generous, I could use me some of that treasure, eh?”
>He slowly closes the door, still eyeing the bag.
>Gable and Berry are at the sack so quick you didn’t even see them move.
>”It’s his fucking money, look at this thing!”
>”Duuuude, you can buy sooooo much rum with this!”
>You swat them off like flies as they start to argue who gets their share, and you open the neck with your fingers.
>Sure enough, this gigantic sack that on the floor reaches up to your neck has nothing but bits in it.
>The inner jew cries out in such joy you can’t contain yourself.
“OH GOYIM, CHECK’EM!”
>Redheart approaches your side.
>”Wait, you said that before back in the hospital room when we first met… u…”
>Redheart takes a look into the bag of opportunities that you’ve earned, and she faints on the spot.
>Applejack starts fanning her with her hat as you quickly open the door to the outside.
“YO!”
>The stallion that helped wheel it in looks back at you.
>”What?”
“How much is this?!”
>”12,500!”
>You just shit your pants.
>No, literally, you’re pretty sure you skidmarked.
 
>Bit pouch: (12,612 bits, 3 small gems, 7 medium gems, 3 large gems)
 
>Redheart’s fainted, Iron’s now trying to get into your bag with Wheaties reprimanding him, Berry and Gable are still arguing over a share, and Pinkie and Gyro will be back soon.
>What would you like to do?