Know Thine Worth

The man removed his feet from the stall and looked over to where Ludwig was pointing.

"Hah? Are you mad? That's just something I use to… A thousand Kronas." The man stopped himself from potentially losing a 'stupid' costumer.

Ludwig was about to pay it instantly, but he needed to make sure his expression was natural.

"Isn't that too much for something you're using to support your stall? I'll give you two hundred," Ludwig said.

"What are you doing?" Van Dijk asked, he seemed to have found something usable.

"I just found a piece of metal I can use to learn smiting," Ludwig said.

This confused Van Dijk.

The young man went around, -raised with extreme difficulty- the stall and pulled out the slab of metal, "I knew you had eyes, I don't know what this was doing here, I mean this is a… fine? Piece of euuuh… black steel, yes, black steel, you have to give me more than two hundred Kronas dear…"