The finding of a Sapphire(RESERVED for Eragon)

[shana]

(Just so you know, I'm going to sit out for a while. There comes a time when you can't think of anything to do when you're an egg.)

[§Murtagh§]

[That's fine, Shana. I undestand. You were doing a really good job of it though, even when you were RPing. I wouldn't have wanted to do that...I'm too lazy and unimaginative. xD And Sinner, please try to remain in thrid person. ]

A strange gleam leapt into Sloan's eyes as Eragon set the stone upon his counter. It was difficult to tell whether it was wonder or greed, even the butcher could not identify it. The stone was oval, roughly a foot long, and the deepest, purest blue he had ever seen, with thin white veins stretched across its entire surface. He set down his bloodied knife on the wood table, reached out and grasped the stone with his calloused hands, lifting it up off of the counter. He discovered that it was surprisingly light, for such a large stone, and he turned it over, inspecting it. After a thorough examination, he set it back down on the table and asked, "How much is it worth? If you don't know, then I'll give you three crowns for it."

[Sinner]

"Three Crowns?!?!?! That's it? I couldn't buy a decent amount of meat for that?!?" The words were out before he could do anything. Instantly he knew he had made a mistake. No words came forth after those frozen in his throat. Now he would have to face the wrath of Sloan. The one who's voice was like a lions roar and anger as deadly as a viper. Now Eragon knew he was in for it.

[§Murtagh§]

Resisting the impulse to hit him, Sloan turned away angrily, and with the most gravity he could muster, he said stubbornly, "If you won't take three crowns for it, then I'm not trading." Looking around for something to do, he spotted a wet rag lying on the counter. He grabbed it, and began vigorously scrubbing his bloody cutting board. A sudden curiousity suddenly took hold of him, and he turned around slowly, "Where'd you get that, anyways? Stole it?"

[Sinner]

Eragon winced slightly as he saw Sloan grow really angry. His words were loud and rang in Eragon's ears and he decided he better accept the offer. At least he would have a little something to take home to Garrow and Roran. Then Sloan asked a question. Without thinking Eragon answered. "Fine I'll take three crowns for it. I found it up in the spine when I was hunting."

[§Murtagh§]

Sloan’s eyes glinted—but whether with fear or fury, or even both, no one could tell—and they narrowed menacingly. “Get out,” he snarled, casting a quick glance towards the stone, looking as if he were afraid that it might try to bite him. The butcher flicked his gaze back towards Eragon, and rather impatiently said, with a hint of anger, “Get out! Out, I say!” He advanced towards Eragon, a mad gleam in his eyes now as he moved his hands as if in the same way that he might shoo a stray cat.