Cowabunga!

[Hysteria]

Hey hey hey!

I'd like to buy two thick blade short swords that join together to form a skateboard. In a picture, this:

http://harlequinhues.deviantart.com/art/Swordboard-326589783

Can I get a quote at Steel and Damascus?

[Dissinger]

"Well good sir, I can get you the specialty swords at a steal for only 656 gold for the pair. If you wish to have them in Damascus, that would raise the price to, 744 gold for the pair. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

[Hysteria]

Talen rubbed his chin in feigned contemplation. The youth was quite happy to accept the price, but was hardly a novice when it came to haggling. The youth's face became sad, his hand came up to his face as he pretended to wipe away the tears before they sprang from his eyes. Dark shadows subtlety appeared under his eyes that had not been there before, and he even managed to somewhat look dirtier.

"Please sir, the man that sent me on this errand only gave me seven hundred and forty gold, and he said that I could have the money what was left over. I don't like to ask mister, but with ma'm so sick at the moment, i really need some money to pay for food for me and my sisters..."

Talen let his words trail off and looked down at the ground, as if too weary to even lift his head towards the man. In actuality he was blinking as fast as he could. Talen turned his eyes welling with tears towards the shop keep, gazing with giant eyes filled with utmost sadness at his fate.

[Dissinger]

"I can let them go for 740 gold, the problem is, that this is a rather specific order. I'm putting a lot of effort into this and if I'm going to do that i need to make sure its worth the investment. I can't go below 740 gold for the damsacus board, though I wonder what your master would want with such a thing..."

[Hysteria]

Talen's eyes welled with tears, and he choked back a blubber with the practice of an expert. The youth didn't speak another word, turning his face away as he held out the bag of coins and dropped it with a thud on the table. With a last croak of sadness he slinked away from the counter.

[Dissinger]

"Uh...thank you for your custom boy!"

Transaction complete!

[Max Dirks]

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