Matthew and Lorraine exchanged glances.
A sinister air crept into the eyes of the trio.
"Mr. Merchant, it so happens that I have a few fine items myself. Would you care to take a look?"
Lorraine cheerfully brought out a few bracelets, mirrors, and necklaces from the material world and laid them in front of the black market merchant:
"At least choose one, hmm, like you, we'll settle with Soul Coins. As for the price, triple these items' cost should suffice!"
The purgatory black market merchant's eyebrows shot up:
"Are you forcing a sale?"
Lorraine said with a beaming smile:
"A voluntary transaction."
"If you're short on funds, that's no problem either; just write an IOU and you can pay back slowly."
The merchant's eyes suddenly flashed with ferocity:
"Do you folks intend to turn hostile?"
"Business should be all about friendly, profitable dealings. If you don't fancy my goods, that's fine; I simply won't sell. Is there really a need to mock me like this?"
With that,
