"Kid, you really don't get it," Donkexes said. "Our craft is something you couldn't buy for tens of thousands of Gold Coins. They're just trying to lowball us, treating us like fools!"
"Then why are you teaching me?"
"My friend, an Adventurer in linen clothes offering five Gold Coins is a completely different matter from a rich guild merchant offering two thousand."
Donkexes continued, "Besides, a poor kid who's fought for his life understands the value of our skills. What do those pretty little princesses coddled in their gardens know? They have no idea how incredible our craft truly is!"
"Speaking of which, how much is that heart worth? How much can you guys make from it?"
Donkexes blinked.
"That heart... if we sell it as is, it's probably worth about ten Gold Coins."
Seeing the sudden shift in his attitude, Colin had expected something like this. Ten Gold Coins was no small sum.
