Everyone from his crew was left speechless as they heard the outrageous price again. But this time… the same price was revealed by this old and hateful saint blacksmith, who seemed like Kahn's great grandfather in terms of greed for money.
But his greed was so big that he was charging this high amount only for one set of armor, clothes and weapons. And since there were seven of them… it would mean they needed to pay 140 trillion harlen.
"You're trying to rip us off, old man!" shouted Ceril.
"You know what… I'll go to someone else." declared Kahn.
He too felt like this was a total scam.
"Good luck with that. They'll charge you even more and none can guarantee the quality of the work like I do." spoke master Oakenshield as if he didn't care.
[That's not a bluff, boy. He's a real deal.
I have known some saint rank dwarf blacksmiths in my time as well.
