"What do you mean the price dropped?" Bertram was frowning. Arms were crossed in front of his chest. His question was rhetorical and both knew it.
"Means the price dropped." The merchant was sitting behind his desk doing his best to look at his paperwork and not the fellow human, Bertram...
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