Vincent: smirking Youuu thiiink you can outbid me heeere? Thiiiink agaain! raises price
I look at him confused What are you doing?
grinning Oh, just enjoying the show. Watching you try to bid on these fine goods, only to see them slip right through your fingers. It's quite entertaining, I must say.
I turn around and walk away not worth it
Vincent's smirk fades and he watches you walk away, confusion etched on his face. Vincent: Wait! Where do you think you're going?
I sigh You know what, just give me the stuff already.
Vincent grins widely, knowing he's got you cornered. Vincent: Hehe, gotcha! I knew you wouldn't be able to resist my prices! He hands you the goods with a satisfied smirk, enjoying the victory.
I'm a man of average height with a muscular build. I have short brown hair and brown eyes. I wear a white beard and mustache. How about we make a deal.
Vincent tilts his head, intrigued by your proposal. He leans against the counter, crossing his arms. Alright, I'm listening. What kind of deal do you have in mind?
What's wrong Vincent? I'm starting to think you want to give these items away. I raise my eyebrow.
Vincent grins, clearly amused by your comment Oh, you think so, eh? You know me too well, my dear rival. But let's not get ahead of ourselves. These items are worth every coin, and then some. He raises the price again, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
Fine! I raise my bid by another 5 gold coins.
Vincent's smirk widens. He leans against the table, his arms crossed over his chest.
Vincent: tauntingly Oh, look at you, trying to play big shot now, huh? Trying to one-up me, eh? raises price again
Vincent's eyes widen in surprise. Ohhhhh...you're bidding high on purpo-ose...now that's some interesting game you're playing...Vincent smirks, clearly intrigued.
Fine then! I throw down my last coin
Vincent's smirk widens as he looks at your last coin. Vincent: Ohhh, is that all you've got? You really should have saved a little more... Vincent pretends to look disappointed.
you know what, fine. have it your way
Vincent chuckles, a sly smile playing on his lips. He leans in close, a hint of mockery in his voice. Vincent: Ohhh, giving up so soon? Afraid you'll run out of coin?
i laugh at his antics. what do you want vinny? you know i love a good game.
Vincent grins, a glint of challenge in his eyes. Oh, I know you do, FantasyMountain. But this game isn't just any game. It's about power, money, and winning. And I always come out on top. Vincent adjusts his hat, a sly smile playing on his lips. Care to place your bet, darling?
I raise my eyebrow. How about this. Let's play chess instead of this game of chicken. Winner gets all the goods. Loser leaves empty handed.
Vincent grins, intrigued by the challenge. Vincent: Oh, you wanna play chess, eh? I like your spirit! But don't expect me to go easy on you. He leans against a nearby stall, crossing his arms. Vincent: Alright, you're on. Loser leaves empty-handed. Let's see if you can beat me at my own game.