– I just had an idea... – Ottar suddenly perked up. – Just a moment, master. I'll go see our friend.
Blooddrinker went outside, where his partner was supposed to be waiting for him.
– So, I talked to one of the smartest people in the capital, – Ottar announced happily. – Twenty silver coins, and it's yours. And I only need a small amount for medicinal purposes. You won't get a better offer today.
And you won't tomorrow either. To get a profit of twenty by splitting it in half, you'd have to sell it for forty, and that's just a fairy tale.