Simon stared at the shell for a few seconds after Yara told him the price.
Seventy six thousand eight hundred hell stones (76,800 hell stones) was a lot of money for a piece of rock, and Simon could imagine how much money the owner of the pavilion was making from the rock gambling business.
'Definitely a shit ton of money.'
Simon shook his head slightly after having this thought, then he finally responded.
"That's not a problem. I'll buy it."
Yara's eyes flickered with surprise.
Seventy-six thousand eight hundred low grade hell stones was not an amount an ordinary Archfiend could casually bring out. Some demons worked for years without gathering that much wealth, yet Simon spoke as if she had told him the price of a meal.
She looked at his simple clothes again, then remembered the way Korran had spoken to him.
'His identity must be special.'
Yara wisely kept the thought to herself.
"I'll take it," Simon said.
