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"Come on, I've seen this here every time I come in. It's not going anywhere." A rather angry man was ranting to the merchant who stands behind the table. Right now, he was trying to swindle himself a rather nice looking sword. Over the past few weeks, the merchant had kept on insisting that it was made for a specific client of his. The other man is convinced that this "client" is nothing more than a lie to up the price of the specially made sword that sits behind the counter on the wall.
The merchant shakes his head, tired of the man pestering him endlessly about the black-handled sword. "Not gonna happen, mate." He sighs, wiping down the counter to keep himself busy as he waits for the man to leave. His client was due to come in any day now and the last thing he wanted was for them to be annoyed by the man who was overly annoying about their soon to be weapon.
The man growls, slamming his hand down on the desk. The merchant doesn't even flinch, rather glancing up at the man with a sigh. "I'll pay full price for it." He sets a bag on the table, filled with gold coins of different sorts. The merchant rolls his eyes before turning away from the man, putting his attention on a slightly dusty stack of books on a shelf. "Double the price." He starts going off, getting the merchant to glance over his shoulder.
A smirk comes to the older man's face. "You don't have that kind of money." He laughs, dusting off the top book. "Even if you did, I'm loyal to my clients." He goes on, moving the books around to suit the slight OCD tick that he had about it not being in order. "Now, if you're not going to be buying anything I'll have to ask you to leave." He simply says, putting the books in order before turning around, hands folded in front of him.
The man huffs, snatching the coin bag off of the counter and turning to storm out. "Bastard." He mutters, making his way to the door as it opens and another person walks in, head down. "Watch it dick." He mutters when they bump shoulders with each other, though it was all the way his fault. The person doesn't say anything, just pausing and wiping off their shoulder as the man leaves, slamming the door closed.
The merchant sighs before putting on a smile at the sight of the person who just entered. "I was starting to get worried." He laughs as the person walks up, pulling down their hood. "You know better than to keep me waiting missy." He goes on and the woman rolls her eyes at him, pushing her now frazzled hair out of the way. "What do you have for me this time?"
Excitement is practically dripping off of him at the thought of whatever she had tucked away for him. The woman opens the satchel she's wearing and pulls out a handful of what she brought him and places it on the table. She draws her hand back and the merchant is left staring at a collection of rather long and sharp teeth. She closes the satchel and crosses her arms.
Reaching out, he picks up the largest of the teeth and runs his thumb down it. "What is it?" He wonders aloud. "Apart from teeth." He gives the woman a pointed look, meeting her eyes for a moment before looking back at the tooth in his hands.
