"You said you'd get the silverleaf herb at whatever cost, right?" Alaric asked as he looked towards the group with an expression on his face.
Cedric narrowed his eyes suspiciously, trying to see if Alaric had a trick up his sleeve. He clenched his fist, getting ready to defend against any sneaky attacks. "Of course, I have to leave here with the herbs," he gritted out, and Alaric nodded.
"I will sell the herb to you for three thousand Hed coins. As the son of the baron, that should not be too much for you to afford, right?" Alaric asked, "Why would I give you that much money when I can just beat it out of you?" Cedric sneered.
"Did you forget the herb was with me? I will destroy it, and it won't be useful for both of us. I'm not in dire need of it, like you appear to be anyway" Alaric
