"So, will you finally agree to do business with us?" Aella smirked at the old man who sighed under his breath.
She knew he had no other idea but to accept her condition if he wanted his customers to keep on coming to him. The man owed her father an awful amount of money and this was one way she knew she could use the debt to their advantage.
"I will give you five dozens of hay you can use for the month," the man mumbled and a victorious smile spread onto her lips.
"Just make it three and send it to the Glatimors residence by 'morrow," she instructed as they didn't have that much livestock yet.
"Yes, ma'am," he bowed in submission.
"Nice doing business with you," Aella walked out of his shop and into the busy market.
She moved past the people who were busy with their daily lives as a sense of relief filled her body from the successes of the day.
