It pays, as long as you do.

Once upon a time, a business school drop-out from a well-off family who had been surviving off the meagre coin he could scrounge up completing bounty contracts received a small inheritance of 500 Platinum Coins from a recently deceased aunt. He used this modest interest-free loan to buy the local post-office where bounties are usually advertised and being what would quickly turn into the wildest runaway profit-turning enterprise in history. He did this by realising that adventurers, and bounty hunters in particular, were always “one job away” from retirement but somehow never seemed to have two coppers to rub together. So he sold them hope, a pathway out of the danger and drudgery of freelance rat smashing. And all they had to do was sign up for a once-in-a-lifetime franchise starter seminar, and start recruiting their downstream.