Perhaps with some of his other creations, the random enhanced daggers and such, Clyde would have had more trouble selling it. And if it had simply been as he had stated earlier, a staff of wood that could take more hits, then this would have been true, and perhaps Clyde would have been willing to undersell his work... But it was not, it was a true Magic Staff, the first one Clyde had made by himself, not counting Amelia who had simply assisted, and a fine piece to represent his work. So he could not set a precedent now, by underselling it. Not to mention the fact he planned to spend the Mizas he earned here, on making his own staff with the other one he had obtained. If he did not get what he needed, he would not have the needed mizas to properly enhance his own, which would not do... So he would go onward if he had to, to find a better buyer who truly understood his creation and its worth. Perhaps even someone within the Stryfe, a paladin with mage training, would want it. And they might have the needed money to buy it. "Eight thousand" "Will you take that price?" It was clear as the man said this, something had shifted within the negotiation. It was only then, that Clyde understood the man had thought him a pushover, and that he was someone who could be strong armed into underselling his craft, so the merchant could make an obscene profit. But by keeping steady and refusing to give in, he had forced the merchant to see him in a different light, a less weak light. "Well, that price is certainly more to my liking than your previous offer of seven thousand, but still lower than I think my creation is truly valued upon. Come now, regardless of the price you buy it from me for, I am certain you will be able to find a buyer who will pay more, and still allow you to make a hefty profit, considering your families connections." "Unless your family plans to keep it. I never know what you all do with the things I sell you. Do you sell them to someone else, or keep them? Though this item is of such worth, it seems like your family might actually want to keep it, even if you sold all the others." Clyde paused for a moment looking at the man, before taking in a slow breath, a slowly letting it out. "How about ninety five hundred mizas? Does that seem fair? And I have taken a steep step down from what I offered to begin with." |