Upon hearing Alastor's announcement, the group of teenagers scrambled into a somewhat haphazard line. The line snaked outwards, attracting the attention of other teens who had wandered further afield. Curiosity piqued, they quickly learned the reason for the commotion, and the queue grew even longer.
Alastor, a small smile playing on his lips, turned to the first person in line. He projected his voice, ensuring it reached even the stragglers at the back.
"Just so everyone is aware, every single item I have is priced at ten thousand credits!" he announced.
A wave of shock rippled through the assembled teens. Several gasps and cries of
"What?" echoed through the air.
"You might as well just point a weapon at us and rob us in broad daylight!" one exasperated voice exclaimed from the crowd. A chorus of murmurs and grumbles indicated widespread agreement.
Alastor remained unfazed.