“Tha’ is wha’ I said ain’t it?” Daryl scoffs back,
crossing his arms over his chest. “The others
are piss pour at their job. None o’ them are gonna
give ya the right steel neither. They’ll jus’ screw
ya over. At least I am tellin’ ya wha’ it’ll cost an
use the right shit too.”
“That is a plenty of money to trust a stranger over. Your word over theirs, nay– I do not know.” But he’s not truly in a position to debate. “Suppose I believe you, and suppose I agree to this arrangement. I cannot relinquish the entire payment upfront - perhaps after the task is finished?”
“Ya would be needin’ Adamantine if ya want
‘em strong. Best I got— but it ain’t cheap. Arrows
would cost ‘bout 15 gold coins per arrow. bu’ they
are worth it.”
"Fifteen gold per arrow?” Bard also wanted to add ‘are you insane’, but that would drive away any possible negotiations. “What makes your craft better than the others that too, create arrows?"
