Valens thinks for a bit, tapping his fingers on the table. "Three hundred. Really, that's about what it's worth, but... How does this sound? I give you seventy and you don't sell to Ver-wait, you wouldn't even know him without a picture, would you? Lemme see about having him drawn up or something, and how about seventy shekels if you don't sell to him for under eight hundred shekels? I don't think he would want it that badly, but if he does, tell me. I'll want to know."<br/><br/>Valens mimes being stabbed, and bleeding before being more serious. "But if you would take, say, two seventy, I'll give arrange for .. four-no sixty shekels of wheat and eggs to find their way into your hands."