"That means I'm doing things properly then," Greeves said. "Those more goblin heads in the sack?"
Beam nodded. "About that. I want double for them."
Greeves froze his hand midair as he reached for the bag and he narrowed his eyes at Beam. Beam could almost see the gears turn in the merchant's head as he worked out the profit and how much he would be losing if he agreed to double. "Mm, can't do that. Let's say, out of respect for my young little associate here, I give you an extra half as much on top, mm? That's fair?"
"If you agree to send someone to collect the corpses in future, then I'm in agreement," Beam said.
Greeves gave a toothy grin at that. "We'll make a merchant of you yet. 'Bout time you started sending some of the bodies my way. I'd hate to think that all that good money was merely left there to rot. You speak to Judas and agree on a spot and I'll send my men over to pick them up at the end of every day. Then I'll pay you when I see you."
