Shop 'till you make a profit (Calleigh)

[Anastasia]

"Yes, yes," He considers carefully, "What is the offer you're making, then?"

No counter roll for him, he can't make it.

[Yuthirin]

"Fifty thousand."

[Anastasia]

"Fifty?!" The mercane gasps, "That's the road to ruin! I would be a pauper living under a bridge! 30,000."

[Yuthirin]

"I mentioned earlier that I had turned down an offer for 35,000? Yeah. I can consider 45,000."

[Anastasia]

"37,500," The mercane offers back.

[Yuthirin]

"Are you serious? Fifteen hundred over the offer I denied? 43,000."

[Anastasia]

"Quite serious....but for a courre, I can do a little better," he says, "39,000."

[Yuthirin]

Calleigh favors him with a flat look. "42,500."

[Anastasia]

"40,000 and not a copper higher," The mercane crosses his arms.

[Yuthirin]

What does Read Thoughts say he's thinking?

[Anastasia]

He's thinking you'll agree to 40k since that's direction it was going in.

[Yuthirin]

The dice gods have decreed that he is correct.

Calleigh looks put-upon, but nods. "Fine, 40,000."

[Anastasia]

"Deal," A handshake, as much as you can with the size difference, and coins are taken. The statue's taken away and holy crap you've made a profit! As he goes away, a few humans come up, adventurers from the looks of it. "Say, are those ravages?" they ask.

[Yuthirin]

Was hoping for 50k, but alas. I'll settle for 40.

Instantly cheerful, Calleigh nods. "Yep! Ravages for ravaging evil!"

[Anastasia]

"We'll take some," One says, as more come over. With the ice broken - perhaps literally - sales begin. A steady trickle, and soon you've largely cleared out your inventory for another 8k. There's a few odds and ends left, but by and large your efforts have borne fruit.