"Hey, hey, hey, hold up, my friend, don't leave just yet. Let's negotiate a bit more, and I'll lower the price for you," Bard called out, panicking as he saw Ethan really preparing to walk away.
"Enough talking, let's get straight to the bottom line. What's the lowest price you can offer?" Ethan crossed his arms, looking calmly at Bard. He wasn't about to let the man pull any tricks; he could read through Bard's schemes easily.
"Alright, alright! Just give me 2,000 gold, and I'll hand over the *Divine Eye*," Bard finally relented.
"1,000 gold! Take it or leave it."
"One thousand? Way too low! That's a *Divine Eye*, after all—highly precious."
"Oh, come on," Ethan snorted, pointing to the other half of the *Dark Angel*'s body lying on the ground. "That over there? That's still part of her. If I'm giving you both, you aren't losing out here."
