The seller's eyes gleamed and he rubbed his hands together, smiling. He uttered more words Atticus couldn't understand.
'He's trying to haggle.' Atticus realized. It became even more apparent Whisker couldn't understand when he turned toward Atticus and cleared his throat.
"Give him one."
Atticus shook his head with a smile but listened. As a will stone radiating an intense crimson glow appeared on his arm, Atticus didn't miss the shock in the man's eyes.
'Is it too much? Or is it because it's Redflame…' He glanced at Whisker, who shrugged. It wasn't like they could ask for change anyway.
He picked up more transparent gems before handing over the Redflame will stone to the man, whose eyes were now shining brightly.
"We should leave."
They left the baffled seller and walked out of the alleyway. Whisker chose a random spot for them to stop.
