After a long, thoughtful pause and a series of ponderous scribblings, the shopkeeper finished his calculations, double underscored the total and flicked the parchment round. Sliding it towards Breaker, the man stroked his beard.

“The short black sifan dress, drakescale boots, vlince breeches and shirt will cost seven hundred and fifty. The Delyn spikes come in at twelve hundred, with fifty on top for the sheathes. As for the poison, you’d be looking at three thousand, three hundred and seventy five. All in all, you’re looking at five thousand, three hundred and seventy five.”