When William thought about costumers, who'd be interested in the couple of nukenian ingots he possessed; An oblivious, fat merchant was the first image he could think of.
People would do anything to attain rare materials, especially in this city where it could be resold for at least twice the profit! Unique stuff was valued, and there was a buyer for every oddity.
The particular businessman he was in the chamber with, however, went against all expectations. He was knowledgeable, smart and played with his words a lot.
William did not like that grin, but still wanted to make money, so he asked. "I'm guessing you don't live here, did your masters send you to buy my nukenian bricks?"
Even though the other businessmen had left by now, secrecy shone as if the walls had ears.
