"For that… I can give you up to seven silvers."
If it was two weeks younger Fen, then he might've accepted the offer. Seven silvers? That amount of money was more than enough for him to live safely for nearly two months!
But this wasn't the first time that the young arcanist, now dressed in self-made hunter's clothes, was meeting with the merchants on this road.
"Eleven silvers. Take it or leave it. I have several other interested. Stop wasting my time."
For someone foreign to the situation, this kind of encounter would seem like nothing short of madness. A young man dressed in sewed together pieces of subpar leather and furs dared to haggle with someone capable of creating his own, albeit small, caravan?
"Come on, I have a family to feed!"
