"Let me tell you old man. That pen has a fractures all over its tip. One more inscription and it would probably snap in half. It's worth 250, tops. The Starvein Herb is so dried out I could use it as fuel, 80 Crowns, and that's me being generous. The Banetin has mold, meaning its toxicity has already started breaking down, 60 Crowns if I'm feeling charitable. The stack of iron paper is the only decent thing here, I'll give you 150 for the stack not to mention the Golden Snake Blood?"
Igris picked up the vial, held it to the light, and watched the separated layers swirl. "It's degraded.l so badly that any inscription I draw with this will have a 40 percent failure rate. 100 Crowns. Maybe."
He set the vial down with a deliberate 'clink'.
"That brings us to 640 Crowns. I'll round it up to 700 because I like your face."
