"When someone gets a moment, I was wondering if I could take three of your Mage's Souls and that Artisan's Soul off your hands."

The shopkeep stared up from what appeared to be some sort of book. "That'll come to 2,200 GP, Giggles."

"Is there any way we could do it for 2,100?" As the boy spoke, two cherries were removed from his pocket, placed on a small napkin on the counter.

An eyebrow rose.

Nizam's hidden brow mirrored the movement. How did he know? In a movement too fast for the canine eye - almost too fast for the human - the cherries were pocketed. "You have yourself a deal, Muffintop."

Dropping 1,600 of his own money as well as his 500 GP loan from the Anima Mundi onto the counter, the Fist Fighter stepped out of the Pawn with a smile and a few recovery items.

"Heh. Muffintop."