"Damn you, you stinking brat! How dare you threaten me!" Ronald roared, his voice thick with anger. Saliva spattered across the counter as he bellowed, "Fine, a hundred coins. Pay it, pick up this damned dagger of yours, and get the hell out of my shop!" He seemed to expend all his energy in the outburst, collapsing heavily into a chair afterwards. Panting like a man who'd lost the meaning of life, he slumped there, expressionless, before reaching for his wine and taking a long, deep drink.