Stride finishes his purchase as he looks at your warhammer, giving it an odd look. He turns to the lady behind the counter and begins to talk. [color=red]"Ma'am, this Warhammer is scratched."[/color]

"It's only a tiny scratch on the end, it'll be okay."

[color=red]"I'm not talkin' about how it'll be 'okay', I'm takin' 'bout the value of it. You're sellin' this thing fer... how much?"[/color]

"About three-hundred silver."

[color=red]"Three-hundred silver? For a scratched up warhammer?"[/color]

"Y-yes...?"

[color=red]"My friend 'ere is of the highest class in the neighborin' town, and he has lawyers. And those lawyers have lawyers. If this man dies in my presence, I will personally see it fit that this establishment gets bankrupt because you sold my man a less-than-amicable warhammer."[/color]

"B-but it's only a scratch!"

[color=red]"A scratch on the surface, maybe, but that must've meant it was mishandled, which can lead to wear-and-tear on the handle. That's a potential injury and settlement waitin' to happen, unless you sell it for a more appropriate price instead of the three-hundred silver you're supposing we can just drop here."[/color]

"I-I guess you're right. H-how much do you want for it?"

[color=red]"Two-hundred twenty-five."[/color]

"Yessir."

Stride looks over to you as he waits for you to hand the nice lady the cash she requires.