12-08-2011, 06:14 PM
He smiled, grateful of her offer, "It is a fine offer," He began, "But such an offer must come at a price, and as you can probably guess, I'm not one for having money." He looked at the she-wolf; she was clean and well dressed, so it was clear that she had much money, enough to live on.
He thought about the offer again, those cloths could well save his life. But again, at what price? He had artwork, but not many were interested in that trade, the only other valuable item he possessed was an antique music box.
He had found it when exploring the rubble of old cities; he was scraping through brick when it glowed in sight as the sun reflected its rays onto it. When Merlin found it, it was clean and golden in colour; it had a ribbon of different colours of gems across its rim.
But it was a personal possession of Merlin’s, and he would only give it up if his life depended on it. "So, what it your price for the cloths?"
He thought about the offer again, those cloths could well save his life. But again, at what price? He had artwork, but not many were interested in that trade, the only other valuable item he possessed was an antique music box.
He had found it when exploring the rubble of old cities; he was scraping through brick when it glowed in sight as the sun reflected its rays onto it. When Merlin found it, it was clean and golden in colour; it had a ribbon of different colours of gems across its rim.
But it was a personal possession of Merlin’s, and he would only give it up if his life depended on it. "So, what it your price for the cloths?"