Shenmock walked into the trade center and set a list down of the things he would be selling. His first was for armor.

The second for his spears.

"Pay up," he said with a frown on his face.

The shopkeep's eyes narrowed. "Who do you think you're talkin' to, kid? Ask nicely, and I'll consider the transaction."

"Of course, of course," he said, changing his frown to a half-smile. He looked to Nizam, the shopkeeper, and raised a brow lazily.

"How much can I get for the equipment?" he asked sarcastically, sounding out each and every word.

Nizam watched facial expression for facial expression, far more versed in this than the amateur before him. "I'm looking for a please. Keep this up, friend, and I'll be asking for you to kiss my feet."

"Pleasseee, Nizzy!" He made the slightest motion to lean forward, but stopped, only to grin at him. "I'm ready, Niz. Please can I sell this equipmentt?" He gave his best, whole-hearted smile, even though James literally suffocated in real life.

Nizam was content to have subdued the poor creature's will. He didn't need it to be genuine. "For all of that? I'd say a flat 20,000 GP is more than generous."

"20,000? That sounds good to me, Nizzy. The faster, the better." He looked at his spears and chuckled softly. Later, spears. With that last thought, he was off.