He got no response and only continued to watch as the rich man standing in front of him suddenly stopped fiddling with his clothes and simply stared at him with a surprised look in his eyes.
"Three?" Ray asked in a hesitant tone, his face scrunched up like he was in pain, hoping that he wouldn't have to keep increasing the numbers.
"Do you know how much a thousand and eight hundred gold notes is? For that amount, you'll have better luck convincing me by directly selling yourself to me," He responded, as he slowly began to put his clothes back on with a blank expression on his face, one that instantly terrified Ray as he watched his golden goose prepare to leave.
"Maybe I should…It would definitely be easier to run from him," Ray thought, wracking his head for the best path he could take, knowing that if he left another poor-looking man might snatch him up for 3 gold notes.