"I'll take it."
The old man smiled with closed eyes, "Good, that'll be 1500 pounds."
The grip on the sword almost slipped as I heard that.
This kingdom had a new way of money system than the one I was accustomed with. There were pennies, shillings and pounds, in that order.
10 pennies equal to 1 shilling and 10 shillings equal to 1 pound. So in other words, 1 pound = 100 pennies. Swords weren't rare but actually quite common because of the era and some rare ones cost quite a pound.
Still a sword costing 1500 pounds was simply too much.
I look at the old man with suspicion, "You can't be serious about that right?"
"Oh, but I am."
"Have you seen what the sword looks like? It looks like it's made of some black or volcanic rock. Is it even durable?"
"Of course it is, didn't you just try it out? What do you mean by its made off some rock? It's nothing like that, its of a very special quality."
"What quality?"