You say, "Welcome! How can I help you?"

He examines the low neckline of your dress for a moment, one paw absently adjusting the front of his trousers.

"I was hoping to get a good price for these," he says, reaching into a pouch hanging from his belt and pulling out three bloody crystals, two green and one blue.

"Been killing grobbits, eh?" you say, pulling your father's price book down from the shelf. Grobbits were vermin that lived in caves, bred rabidly, and ate voraciously. And sometimes they produced magic crystals within their bodies that mages, wizards, sorcerers, and the like paid handsomely for. You open the cash box and start counting out coins. "I'm sorry, I don't have enough for all three. I can pay for the green ones."

He frowns at the small stack of coins you place on the counter. "I had hoped for more. I have a...a date at Madam Serena's and that won't cover it." Madam Serena's was the local whorehouse, a favorite destination for locals and travelers alike.