Smerdle
Tsallin quirked a brow at the bow and shrugged at the merchant. If that was how he wanted to do things then that was how it was going to be. This was the lad's business not his. Perhaps the ink was more valuable to him than it was to others, or he was never taught to haggle.
It would be worth it once in a while to see the look on the merchants face, if the ink seller's was anything to go by. He snorted in shock.
The ink must be what the lad was looking for in a way if he had purchased it.
He asked the woman when she would be getting more ink in. She said within the week there would be more. He nodded satisfied that his own stores would hold out until then.
"Is there anything else you need at the market Howth?"