**He sighed, His eyes darting to the side of His head as He tried to do some math in His head**
M'Lord Taillur...I suggest that we look at the numbers from the beginning...
As last I remember it, the offer You stated to M'Love was 500 sovereigns, and I am willing to assume that this was just for the property, with the beverages, linens, and tapestries being forfeit. So, including these items, I can understand a fair trade at 575 sovereigns, the price you have just set on the table. The matter of the wood however is of intrest, because certainly you do not expect me to believe that chopped up trees cost me an additional 40 sovereigns. And seeing I could just as easily get this wood for no sovereigns at all, all I need is an axe, this offer is a bit far-fetched, aye?
**He leaned in a bit, a trick He learned while playing cards. It was meant to be a silent intimidation of You, while showing He would hold His ground. Of course, He meant nothing personal, this was strictly business, and He had every intention of buying a round of drinks after...but you didn't know that**
So, I will offer you 605, for the property --and all that within it-- and the wood...
**after He had stated His counter-offer, He leaned back a bit His arms crossed over His chest and His features showing only what He wanted You to see. In His last 'profession' (OOC: He was an assassin/ mercenary) He had played a lot of cards with characters a bit more shady then those residents of MacLaaran, so at least He had the blank poker face down to something of an artform**