"My beast?" Emma asked. "I'm afraid Umbra is a friend and not someone I can sell."
"Everything is for sale, my girl," the old man spoke. "You can even sell your fiends for the right price. We will just have to find the right price for your friend too."
Emma frowned a little. "As I have said, my friend here is not for sale. If that was why you came here for, then you may leave," she said.
The old man laughed and the other men laughed as well, almost as if following the old man's lead.
"Are you sure you don't want for me to buy your friend?" he asked.
Emma nodded.
"Very well," the old man said. "I won't buy your friend."
"Thank you," Emma said.
"Then how about the little ones. How much will you sell them for?" the old man asked. "They will sell for even more. Maybe 40 thousand Fire coins each."
"That is a lot of money," one of the men said.
"That is life-changing money," another man said.