"Five copper in advance." the armour crafter replied. With a rapid mantis like movement he plucked out a piece of leather again. "Price of the armour can vary, up to a dozen silver. Likely nine."
That said, the man fell silent once more. Shrugging, Joseph looked at Raine.
"Very well. Weapons are what way?" he asked. The wizard noted the armour crafter watched them go from the corner of his eye. Odd.