The salesman raised his eyebrow, momentarily stunned by Kyle's request.
"Sixty mana cores, you said?" He blinked in disbelief, as if waiting for Kyle to laugh and say it was a joke.
Kyle met his gaze with a smirk. "That's right. Sixty."
The man's mouth hung slightly open for a beat, and then, as the realization settled in, a spark of excitement lit up his eyes.
He quickly composed himself, adopting a professional tone, though the eager gleam in his eyes betrayed how pleased he was.
"Sixty mana cores coming right up."
He turned back to his counter, grabbing a set of keys from his belt as he moved toward a glass case.
As he carefully unlocked it and began removing the cores one by one, Kyle could see the man trying—and failing—to hide his glee.
He couldn't help but smile to himself, recognizing how much his purchase was brightening up someone else day.