Yes, but it’s not as straightforward as she hoped.

Marie sighs. What a frustrating day. She can’t believe she has to stoop to dressing like a slut to do this quest. But the money is good, and the fame even better. Besides she can always buy something new once she finishes the quest. A little embarrassment now for a lot of fame and money later.

Marie points at her chest. “How much will you give me for my robes? Surely they should be able to make up the difference!”

The blacksmith frowns. “We don’t got a lot of use for magic robes around here, but I guess the odd traveling cleric may be interested. So I’ll buy them, but you’re only getting 40 for them.”

Marie stamps her foot. “These are high quality, you buffoon! Pure silk from the silk farms of Kaymago in the far East! Not to mention the enchantments!” This stupid blacksmith doesn’t know quality when he sees it.

He grunts in response. “I don’t care if you pulled that sheet out of the ass of god himself, it’s 40 gold.”

Marie crosses her arms. “Fine, but that still leave 10 gold. Maybe one of my tomes could make up the difference…

The blacksmith shakes his head. “Ain’t got no use for magic books. I’m assuming you ain’t gonna part with that staff. So let’s deal. What can you give me to make up for me kicking that price down by 10 gold?”

Marie frowns. “I don’t have anything else to give you. But I am a mage if considerable talent, maybe I could offer you a service?”