"Whoa, a hundred guns!" Goldfury's eyes widened as she looked at Rhode, then at Captain Ironhill.
This was a big sale.
Although Dun Garok had plenty of guns in stock, getting a hundred ready at once would still take some sorting out.
"Go get them ready in a moment," Captain Ironhill told Goldfury without the slightest hesitation. "Mage Rhode is a good friend of ours, and a god of drinking, too! Wahahaha..."
Captain Ironhill burst into laughter again.
"And the price...?" Goldfury asked.
"Charge the usual price," Rhode cut in. "But I'll need to buy extra bullets."
His Dwarf friends had treated him so well. He couldn't take too much advantage of their generosity.
And of course he needed plenty of bullets. Those beggars had no experience, so their training would burn through quite a few rounds. That was the only way to get them up to speed quickly.
Every sharpshooter was made by burning through bullets!
"Let's call it one gold coin per gun," Captain Ironhill said with a wave. "Don't charge for the ammunition pouches. Throw those in for free. As for bullets, give him as many extra crates as you can, and we'll work out the price afterward."
Captain Ironhill certainly treated Rhode, this "god of drinking," well.
Rhode didn't know the market price of a Dwarf Musket, but judging by the quality he had seen for himself, one gold coin apiece had to be a bargain!
One gold coin per Dwarf Musket meant a hundred gold coins for a hundred guns.
He didn't know what the final price would be with ammunition included, but even allowing for everything, it should come to around a hundred and fifty gold coins.
A hundred and fifty gold coins was an unimaginable fortune to an ordinary person, but the little