~Tornbridge, Morgras~
~Swiller's Supplies~
After sliding black beads on sticks for what felt like forever, the shopkeeper finally lifted his head and wiped the sweat literally pouring down his face. "That'll be three thousand gold bars," He corrected.
Reqiel did a double take, and quickly recovered, "And how am I supposed to trust you now, huh? Who's to say that you're not cheating me again?"
The shopkeeper was far from intimidated by the pretty and gullible noble, what forced his hand was his partner who remained completely silent beside him. "Very well, I admit my fault this time, it'll be five thousand. It'll sell at the very highest for five thousand so I'm doing you a favor here." He was quick to add.
Reqiel scoffed, "So you say, after cheating me twice over. I'm certain that the workmanship on the gold hair band increases its worth, not everyone can expertly transform a bar of gold into art." He bullshitted, using every single haggling skill he had in his arsenal.