Philo paused, taken aback by Cassy's sudden shift in tone. He turned slowly, scrutinizing her with a discerning eye.
"Name your price," He said, his brows furrowing together. His tone was cold and impatient while his eyes darkened, having a more clearer view of Cassy.
Cassy took a deep breath, steadying her emotions while being fully aware of the implications of her green. Striking deals with the Vale's was tasking, and tiring dealing more so the reason she hadn't expected he would agree to her request so quickly.
'This is what it meant to deal with the wealthy,' She thought internally, her mood lightening as she calculated extravagant figures in her head. 'Since he agreed, he must know I'm asking for a lot. Why not aim high?'
