Arlon grinned internally. This had been his plan all along.
"I'm not sure," he said, feigning hesitation. "I need armor, and without this set, I'll be practically naked—even if it's a lower-level one."
"Ugh! Fine," Athtar groaned, rubbing his temples. "I'm not making any promises, but there's a merchant who might have something better. If you tell him I sent you, he'll at least let you take a look. If you rent me this set for two days I'll make sure he listens to you."
"Alright, but how much will you pay me?" Arlon asked, tilting his head innocently.
"You little—! Fine! I'll give you 10,000 gold. How's that?"
"Ah, 10,000 a day? Perfect, that's exactly what I had in mind," Arlon replied with mock delight.
"A day?!" Athtar exclaimed, his voice rising in exasperation. He sighed deeply before waving his hand in defeat. "Fine! You win. Just go and find Vulwin in the Merchant District. He's an Elf like me."
