The more he thought about it, the better an idea doing a deal here and now beca. He wasn’t about to just hand the money over, but there was a good chance he’d be killed and robbed for this amount of wealth if people realized how much he had—even if he did find so way to move it all out of here when he summoned the portal to exit. And even if he did find an Elysium altar after that to buy from. So he was going to use as much of it as he could as long as the deals were reasonable, because he didn’t want to leave it behind in this wretched place.
Then again, how would he know what was reasonable? He literally had zilch to go off. That was going to pose a problem.
The eye evaluated Riven for so ti, then let out a wheezing noise as its pupil expanded. “I have a variety of different items you may be interested in trading for. I obviously want those Elysium coins back… Instead of buying from the local Elysium altars, perhaps you can trade them back to instead? The coins you already carry with you in those sacks can be traded to as well…if you wish… There’s one item in particular that I could offer you a rather good deal on…and I think you won’t be disappointed.”
Riven nodded, wiping sweat from his brow. It was becoming hotter in here…or maybe he was just feeling off because of the recent fight and damage to his body. “Sounds fair…and I think I’ll be able to trade so of them back to you. Under so conditions.”
There was a long pause.
“What conditions?”
He slowly exhaled. “I want information. I’m going to ask you so questions, and you’re going to answer them.”
A deep, rich laugh echoed throughout the enclosed room in response to his request. The laugh grew louder as the eye thrumd with mana, unnerving Riven just slightly, but eventually it settled down. “Very well! I can provide you with what I know as long as the system permits it…free of charge…though I you’re thinking about taking one of the spirit weapons, they would be a good foundation for you to proceed with. However, these items are very expensive and would cost everything you have just for one of them.”
“Everything?!”
“Everything. Even then, I’d be losing a slight amount of what they’re really worth.”
“Huh. That’s not going to fly.” Riven shook his head promptly, and a low growl escaped the depths of the floating eyeball. “Sorry. I have nothing to go off, so unless you have so way to prove to that these items are worth that much, you can fuck right off into the sunset. Or…”
There was a pause for dramatic effect.
“Or what?” Negrada eventually asked, obviously irritated.
“Or you could make it very much worth my while.” Riven tapped a finger to his forehead a couple tis. “I have a decent idea of what a general price range is for food, but I have no idea what magical items would go for. I don’t know how rare they are, or how hard you’re trying to swindle . But there’s gotta be sothing you have that would obviously be worth it for to part ways with the cash, yet it holds little value to you. I need it to be obvious if you want it all back, otherwise it’s a no go.”
There was a long, deep sigh—making Riven wonder just what Negrada was thinking. Then the dungeon bobbed up and down once. “Very well, vampire. I have instructed a team of my treasurers to report back to within the next few minutes after they search my wares, and I’ll get back to you soon.”
“Fine. In the anti, I’ll look at my class upgrade options.”
“Take your ti, little vampire.”
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