Sylvester Archipelago

I won't let her go for less than 350,000.

Sarael burst out laughing. "Are you trying to cheat me, or are you just an idiot? For three hundred and fifty thousand, you'll have to fix her appearance, teach her good manners, and even teach her to cook dishes from all the cuisines of the continent. I'll add another fifty thousand to my offer, but no more than that. If you agree, you'll get a substantial sum of money and, at the same time, get rid of an aggressive slave who wants your death more than anything else in the world; if you refuse, you'll sell her at my price, but many days later, when you realize that no one else will buy such a defective product at such a high price; and that's assuming she doesn't escape from the cage and slit your throat in the meantime; trust me, I know the abilities and determination of her kind better than anyone."