They discussed the price of the stones for a while, haggling as one wanted to get them a low price. Eventually, they settled on the price of 70 to 1000 dollars per carat, and the price could be increased to millions depending on the strength of aura in the stone.
They agreed to sign a contract on Monday as Sundays were Phoebe's days off.
As she left the Cafe, Phoebe made the spontaneous decision to take a taxi to Medalham cemetery. On a day like this, there was bound to be a lot of car traffic on the road. With many dignitaries in the city, security was bound to be tight with a lot of police stops. She hated driving in traffic, she had an impatient soul, or so the Saxon spirit claimed. Not that something like that existed.