Spare Me, Masters, At Least Give a Discount! (2)

Krow didn't have much hope, but still asked. "How much will you trade for monster Bones?"

"What kind of Bones?" Dark copper eyes narrowed consideringly.

"Uncommons."

"Ten drax each under B grade. Twelve for the higher quality."

Was this child trying to make him laugh, or cry? "Nevermind. I'll see your Rares."

He'll just use the Bones in enchanting.

The child took out a chest and opened it to show multiple levels. He sent a practiced grin at Krow. "Finest ghost-stones in these parts! No better place than here to get them!"

Krow picked up one of the stones, only as large as a thumb. They were pale, polished bone carved in reliefs.

The one he took was banded in copper.

Touching his power to it, a roaring vinebear appeared.

Its roar was soundless, but the unnatural chill felt in its vicinity would give onlookers enough of a shiver to compensate.