She wants Raze Dawg's sword back… Yeah, that makes sense. He's a strong player, and this sword is one of the two blades required for the Death Wheel. Keeping it for myself isn't worth more than what I could earn by selling it.
[Emperoar: I'm interested. What's your offer?]
[Victoria: $100,000.]
Martin's eyes widened as his thoughts went blank.
He stared at the number in the chat window, half expecting one of the zeros to disappear if he looked at it long enough. His fingers hovered in the air, frozen before they could type a response.
That strange sense of déjà vu crept over him again, almost ridiculous in how familiar it felt, as yet another guild leader offered him an absurd amount of money for an item he hadn't believed was worth nearly that much.
A hundred thousand dollars for a sword, for pixels inside a game.
His throat went dry.
But maybe it is worth that much?
The thought hit harder than he expected.
