Profits of Monster Blood

Rizz let go of the bullkin's side and reached behind him. Suddenly, a crate filled with bottles of blue blood appeared. From this crate, Rizz picked out a single bottle and presented it to the bullkin merchant. 

"Tell me, Mr. Brolan, what's a single bottle worth in the markets of Meshkar?"

Brolan snatched the bottle out of the goblin's hand. And he dared to step back, now that the goblin had let him go. 

However, Brolan's hooves wouldn't move. At all. Not with that crate behind the goblin, just out of reach. 

"Don't lie to me, Brolan. Not after I got your name right. Unless you're not knowledgeable enough on the subject… In that case, I'll go fetch a different company to offer a long-term contract–"

"Ten gold!" 

Rizz looked the bullkin merchant in the eyes. "I'm guessing that's the price you're willing to pay per bottle?"