Wyrm: March '09Personally, said Mar'kah, leaning back in his chair, I have better things to do than waste time bickering about over-priced contraband.
A log fire crackled and spat on the other side of the tavern, but the dimmed lamps and the dark, unlit night outside the windows cast much of the room into shadow. Its occupants kept up a constant murmur of conversation, huddled over benches with drinks clasped in their hands, each one ignoring those sat at other tables. The only quiet area was the corner in which Mar'kah sat, as his three companions sat glaring at him in stony silence. The silver fox thief met their gazes calmly, then grinned and reached for his pint.
Our prices are fair, fox, and you know that, growled the wolf sat opposite him.
They seem grossly overestimated to me, sir.
Then you clearly do not know the worth of the products we offer!
I know their worth which is why I say, once again, that you as