The burly wolf rider had deliberately quoted a ruthless price. The actual bounty definitely wasn't that high. He had raised it several times over because he expected them to bargain, but the caravan immediately prepared to leave at the slightest disagreement.
"Five cows! How about it?" The burly wolf rider gritted his teeth and cut the price in half.
Dranosh shook his head. "Not even one cow. We don't know what use this Broken is. I let her sleep for one night and only gave her a few flatbreads. Would you trade her for a few flatbreads?"
Now the counteroffer was even lower than rock bottom. Young Saurfang was plainly saying that if they wanted to trade, all they could offer was the price of a few wheat cakes.
The two wolf riders were so angry they laughed. They had considered taking the Broken back to claim the bounty, and even two cows would have been nice. But the Horde offering the bounty did not have a very good reputation. If the two of them went alone to collect it, would they receive the cows only to be clubbed from behind and lose both their lives and the cattle? The risk was simply too great. It was more practical to squeeze some profit from the Goblin caravan, then sell the news that the Broken had been bought by Goblins for a little extra money.
Thinking this, he still smiled and called out to Dranosh, "Friend, final price: half a cow, and you can take her. She may not be useful, but as you said, you can still use her at night after closing your eyes."
This was strange. Dranosh narrowed his eyes and carefully studied the two wolf riders. Why were they so determined to sell him this Broken? He