"He's gonna try and dick me in the cost of blacksmithing supplies." Eskel sighs. "He knows he's the only game in town and I need his shit. Just as he knows that I've been out in the world and know what the costs are." He shakes his head. "He'll sell to me, he just wants me to work for it and he's gonna overcharge me anyway, I just get to haggle about how much." He points at her with half of his meat pie, his expression a fond kind of warning. "Behave." He says. "I'll handle it."