But little did Ashara expect that even before his outburst of anger, Berken remained staunch and inflexible.
"Your Infernal Majesty, I dare not offend you. But I will not sell myself short, either. Better than anyone, you understand that the value of those items is leagues above what I requested. If you won't make the trade, I'm sure others will.
Lord Urzul may not have any interest in a Nether Law Seed, but a Death Seed, that's another story. To say nothing of Lord Talroth and Lord Dolgron. I'm sure one of them will see the reason in my price. Apologies if I offended you.
I shall take my leave."
Berken directly replied, to Ashara's stupor. Since when did mortals develop such backbones before their sovereign rulers? Or is it that having reached Demigod level filled Berken with a soaring wave of pride?
