Haggle for the price

You clear your throat. "2 shillings" you say with confidence. The old man looks at you and sighs deeply. "Id do it for free if I could fill ya up, but we both know that's not going to happen. 5 shillings or nothing." He says looking at you with a sincere but disappointed look.

Having lived on the streets most of your adolescent life you've never been one to bow down in a haggle. "3 shillings and I'll tell every hunter I know about your shop" you say. "Oh wizhwash.. these youngings.. you think you're a hunter just because you've plucked some berries for the guild. You're nothing more than a.. 5 SHILLINGS is what it'll be!" He says slamming his arms into the counter as he continues. "Now you give me the 5 shillings and let me patch this here cloak or I'll come around and kick your sorry ass out of my shop." The face of the old man is completely red from anger.