Forged Destiny [Book 2: Ch. 2]

"How much do you think it will sell for?"

The Shopkeeper looked up at me, her brown eyes as shrewd as any high level merchant. The Labour Caste working within Beacon always seemed to be fairly high level. It was probably required as part of the job. "I think I could sell it for four," she said, "How about I pay you three-fifty?"

That was a bit of a fib on her end. My mom had always spoken like that, and what she'd have really meant was that she could sell it for five and didn't want to admit that.

—Forged Destiny [Book 2: Ch. 2]