Post by kihaku on Aug 23, 2006 4:47:22 GMT
Kihaku poked cham in the chest, pushing him back a few inches. "You're not asking for it, I'm asking if you'll accept it." He turned away from the boy and faced the owner of the store, who was rubbing his grubby palms like he'd just struck gold. "@800."
The owner's face turned to one who was dumbfounded, as if he'd just heard that pigs fly and hell had frozen over. He slammed his palms down on the glass case, his voice was strained. "I'm sorry, but that sword is priced at @3,250, and not a single @ less." He held out his hand, giving his fingers a flick to beckon Chameleon to return the sword. Kihaku held up his arm and advanced further on the proprietor. "I didn't ask you what you want for it, I'm telling what I'm paying for it. It's good quality," he leaned up against the glass case, his face dangerously close to the owner's. "It's good quality, but it's still just a short sword, mady by someone you killed."
Kihaku pulled out the pouch and emptied half the contents, gold spilling across the glass. Eyes aglow with greed, he fingered the gold peices and looked up at Kihaku. "What's the extra for?" Kihaku tied the pouch shut and pocketed it. "For use of the dojo. Privately and exclusively. I want no interruptions of myself and my apprentice."
The man thought about it, and his greed overshadowing his guilt, scooped up the gold coins with his grubby hands, waving them off with a mixture of annoyance and joy on his face.
The owner's face turned to one who was dumbfounded, as if he'd just heard that pigs fly and hell had frozen over. He slammed his palms down on the glass case, his voice was strained. "I'm sorry, but that sword is priced at @3,250, and not a single @ less." He held out his hand, giving his fingers a flick to beckon Chameleon to return the sword. Kihaku held up his arm and advanced further on the proprietor. "I didn't ask you what you want for it, I'm telling what I'm paying for it. It's good quality," he leaned up against the glass case, his face dangerously close to the owner's. "It's good quality, but it's still just a short sword, mady by someone you killed."
Kihaku pulled out the pouch and emptied half the contents, gold spilling across the glass. Eyes aglow with greed, he fingered the gold peices and looked up at Kihaku. "What's the extra for?" Kihaku tied the pouch shut and pocketed it. "For use of the dojo. Privately and exclusively. I want no interruptions of myself and my apprentice."
The man thought about it, and his greed overshadowing his guilt, scooped up the gold coins with his grubby hands, waving them off with a mixture of annoyance and joy on his face.