Buyers Beware
“How much?” the hooded figure asked, regardless. The man pursed his lips, reaching up to scratch at a thick black beard as he stared down into the woman’s exotic pink eyes, a single wisp of curled brown hair falling down one side of her stoic face, “Uh, well it’s got the control attachment so… Fifty-five gold? What does a little miss like you want it for anyway?” “Fifty-five? For that?” the hooded figure pressed, the tone of their soft voice a little disapproving at the price, glancing...