It didn't take long before Khloe had the treasure house's artisans appraising the stand.
"This is... where even did you get this kid?" One of the artisans, a short old man turned his spectacles to me.
"I don't believe I'm obliged to tell you that now am I?" I scoffed.
"Figures." He said, moving his magnifying artifact along the stand's lines. "This shit is over ten thousand years old, you can imagine why I'm curious."
"I know that." I lied. Though it's age shocked me, all I cared about was how much it could net me. The deadlands had existed longer than any being currently alive could say, so it would do well to say that the castle was extremely ancient, and so were the things inside it. Regretfully, I was stopped by the parameters of my spatial storage.
"What's it's price range?" Khloe asked.
"I'd say around a hundred and thirty thousand to two hundred thousand, depending on the audience." The other artisan replied.
