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A fair market price. Only novels about powerful empresses cost more.
"No, that's something for our academics. They love that kind of thing," Ottar reassured his companion. "I just need a couple of vials of blood for medicinal purposes. That's all. I need something to work with."
The bloodsucker hands over twenty silver coins and three small vials, similar to the one he used to collect blood from a sick townsman last time. Three portions, three days of peace. Well deserved.
"The book will go to one gentleman from the Citadel. My master has excellent connections!" Ottar added casually.
That's how we live. Not everyone is born a commoner with a blood addiction.