“We had a deal,” the duergar said, opening its massive
eyes even wider and puffing out its bristling, black beard.
“What are you talking about?” the merchant asked, confused.
“We had a deal. I made you an offer on that leather. You
accepted.”
“No I didn’t,” he took a retreated one step as the
duergar leaned forward, staring him down.
“Yesterday. I offered you a ten-coin for a dozen and you
laughed and agreed.”
The merchant tilted his head to the side and brow
furrowed. When it hit him, he stood upright.
“I was joking. That was an absurd offer.”
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