150 gold

Marie frowns, and holds out her bag of gold. “I’ve got 150. Surely that’s enough for such a meager piece of fabric, enchanted or no.”

The blacksmith frowns. “I ain’t gonna barter with you on this. It’s 200 gold. Take it or leave it.”

Marie sighs, exasperated. 200 gold for a bikini? What nonsense! But…she knows the forest is filled with poison. Even a mage of her caliber can’t just stroll in and handle it. She’s going to need this stupid bikini.

Marie crosses her arms. “Fine. Then I’ll sell you some of my extra gear.”

This sounds all well and good, but Marie doesn’t exactly have a lot to her name right now. She’s got her robes, her staff, and a few tomes she is in the middle of reading. She’ll never part with her staff, which is a powerful flame staff she found while delving through some ruins. And her tomes are only valuable to a mage, which this dunce clearly is not.

Marie sighs…the only other thing of value she owns is her robes. They don’t have any sort of special enchantments, but they are worth a decent amount. But if she gets rid of them, this tiny little bikini will be all she has to wear!

She’s got a tough decision to make. Safety over modesty…