Chapter 10
by 
conceptmonger
How do you continue this negotiation?
no way, you've come this far, you deserve better
You grip Fortuna by the collar of his robe, pulling him close to your face as you gaze at him with fire in your eyes. "We agreed on 10,000 credits," you assert. "And I'm not leaving until I have every single one."
"Alright, alright!" he screams, closing his eyes and looking away, until he sees a tall Weequay guard stride forward, brandishing a firearm. "I can offer you... 9,000 credits." He smiles sheepishly.