Aron studied Varaku carefully before speaking, his tone still measured and professional.
"Are you fine with determining the price for every five people?" he asked, tilting his head slightly.
Varaku barely hesitated before giving a curt nod. The translator relayed his answer. "He has nothing against it."
Aron smiled faintly. "Good. Then let's start with your offer first." He gestured slightly with his hand. "Name your price."
This wasn't just about the current exchange—it was about gauging exactly how much Varaku valued his people in comparison to the goods. Future transactions would be shaped by this, and Aron needed to see where the chieftain would stand before making his own counteroffers.
Varaku took a breath, thinking for only a moment before speaking firmly.
"For every five people," the translator began, "We ask for three sacks of salt, two steel chain cloth, two hardened steel cloth, and two full sets of axes and swords."