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Chapter 9: Death in the Family Continued
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Magnus and Fitz stared the merchant down. But as per his usual panache, the merchant just beamed.
“Look, I respect your business, but I’m not sure I can really give you the amount you probably want for the merchandise.” His words were silky smooth; they always were. “I mean, I don’t even know exactly what uses this medallion could have. It’s beyond my means to appraise properly. I know a few people that can but,” he paused and punctuated his statement with a finger jabbing in the air, “it may take awhile.” He smiled again and then leaned casually and noncommittally against his countertop.
“Gaius, you know as well as we do, that we don’t have the time to wait for a ‘proper’ appraisal.” Magnus was beginning to become annoyed with the constant haggling games with this merchant. Still, the man had connections and was good at what he did. So, Magnus swallowed his pride and asked what needed to be asked. “What can you give us for the medallion?”
“Ahhh…I’m so sorry you don’t have the time. Let’s see, how much could I give you for it?” Gaius’ long slender arm reached upward to massage his brain as he did some quick computations.
“Stop toying with us, Gaius. As has already been stated; we don’t have the time.”
“Of course, of course Master Burn. I would never desire to ‘toy’ with you, as you say. It’s just that this is a difficult business and if I calculate wrong, even slightly, then I could jeopardize my business. You know, it’s a very perilous occupation buying and selling goods. One wrong move and I could lose my livelihood. Surely you understand?”
“Of course we do,” Magnus patronized, “How much?”
“Um…well…Fifteen hundred silvers?”
“Seventeen-Fifty,” Magnus challenged. “And I get a discount on a few spells.” Magnus glared at the shopkeeper.
“Fine, fine,” Gaius began, “Seventeen hundred and fifty silvers for the medallion.” The merchant’s quick hands snapped up the medallion from countertop. “But, no discount on spells.” Another cocky grin stretched across his face.
“Fine,” the young mage assented. The merchant tossed a pre-counted bag of silvers across the table.
“Anything else my ever-gracious customers? Aside from the spells the young Master Burn would like?”
“Yes, actually, I’d like to talk to you about a suit of armor.” Both Fitz and Gaius smiled.
Ha! Third update today. Internet access at home is awesome!
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Magnus and Fitz stared the merchant down. But as per his usual panache, the merchant just beamed.
“Look, I respect your business, but I’m not sure I can really give you the amount you probably want for the merchandise.” His words were silky smooth; they always were. “I mean, I don’t even know exactly what uses this medallion could have. It’s beyond my means to appraise properly. I know a few people that can but,” he paused and punctuated his statement with a finger jabbing in the air, “it may take awhile.” He smiled again and then leaned casually and noncommittally against his countertop.
“Gaius, you know as well as we do, that we don’t have the time to wait for a ‘proper’ appraisal.” Magnus was beginning to become annoyed with the constant haggling games with this merchant. Still, the man had connections and was good at what he did. So, Magnus swallowed his pride and asked what needed to be asked. “What can you give us for the medallion?”
“Ahhh…I’m so sorry you don’t have the time. Let’s see, how much could I give you for it?” Gaius’ long slender arm reached upward to massage his brain as he did some quick computations.
“Stop toying with us, Gaius. As has already been stated; we don’t have the time.”
“Of course, of course Master Burn. I would never desire to ‘toy’ with you, as you say. It’s just that this is a difficult business and if I calculate wrong, even slightly, then I could jeopardize my business. You know, it’s a very perilous occupation buying and selling goods. One wrong move and I could lose my livelihood. Surely you understand?”
“Of course we do,” Magnus patronized, “How much?”
“Um…well…Fifteen hundred silvers?”
“Seventeen-Fifty,” Magnus challenged. “And I get a discount on a few spells.” Magnus glared at the shopkeeper.
“Fine, fine,” Gaius began, “Seventeen hundred and fifty silvers for the medallion.” The merchant’s quick hands snapped up the medallion from countertop. “But, no discount on spells.” Another cocky grin stretched across his face.
“Fine,” the young mage assented. The merchant tossed a pre-counted bag of silvers across the table.
“Anything else my ever-gracious customers? Aside from the spells the young Master Burn would like?”
“Yes, actually, I’d like to talk to you about a suit of armor.” Both Fitz and Gaius smiled.