Keld leaned back in his chair, studying the floating text above the table with an expression that was half admiration, and half calculation.
The image of the Dragon Plate floated beside the description, slowly rotating for a 360 degree view.
"Well, well, well," Keld said at last, his voice a low hum. "How much would it take to get the location of this… free dungeon that you found, my good friend?"
He leaned forward. "Name your price. I'm sure we can come to an arrangement on how much you think is acceptable."
"Forget about it," Wade said mildly from beneath his hood. His voice carried just enough indifference to mask his eagerness. "So, what do you think of the gear?"
Keld exhaled, rubbing his chin. "It's beautiful, I'll grant that. But let's be realistic. Bone gear is fickle. And sometimes, it's too heavy for most mages. So, for that, I'll offer you… fifty thousand coins."
Wade's head tilted slightly. "Fifty?" he repeated slowly, as if testing the sound.
