"400."

Stalt placed a handful of coins on the table of the Auction house as the serving girl placed his drink next to him. The problem with these upscale places was, they never carried lower end drinks like grog, mead, or ale. In situations like that, Tobias had learned to tolerate the ritzier drinks. In this particular instance, he fancied a Beaujolais from the northeastern region of Corone. It smelled of deep berries and black currant, a subdued fruity aroma that set his taste buds ablaze.

This weapon piqued his interest, if only for it's combat utility.