neverhurtstosplurge:
*The merchant took a moment to think on what this customer proposed.*
âSounds like a decent offer⌠Sure, why the âell not? Doubt Iâll get a better one later. Oh, and itâll be 500 souls per repair powder.â
Five-hundred? Somehow, even though the hunter did not know much about the worth of a soul in Lordran, he felt as though he was being swindled. But he did not argue, he simply handed over the mass of half-crystallized luminous light. Frankly, it felt good to be rid of the thing, it gave him an unpleasant feeling. Repair powder was something much more to his liking; physical, real, useful.
âVery fine, then. Itâs a deal. You like to shake on those here?â
The man extended a silver-clad hand, palm open, to the merchant. Where he was from, it was tradition, and a rather silly one at that. But like all traditions, it was useful if only for making one feel at ease. And in Lordran, crumbling and decrepit, such trivial things were all the more welcome to him.
âThank you kindly. And sure, we can shake on it.â
*the merchant reached out for the customerâs hand, and gave a surprisingly firm handshake despite his Hollow-like appearance.*






