*Turor reads the sign while puffing his flatbottom through his hickory pipe. Immediately he starts chuckling slowly*
Nidhs eht emmedettly, ahn' yeh 'e's willin' ter "Pay a reasornable proice" fer 'em.
Doomb git. Effen yer be needehn 'em so bardly... Whoy nort troy payin' exuberan'ly? Leas' thart way ye'll have a huge market. Fool. Probarbly hooman. Or blordy stenkin' elf.
*grabs his charcoal and, snickering, scribbles a note*
Will sell you two ingots of adamantium for four thousand gold each.
Signed;
Someone Smarter than You