Kell, glancing absently through the notices in the Trade Hall, stops as the posting catches his eye. He reads silently, and the corner of his mouth quirks up slightly... he grins.... and finally laughs aloud.
Holding his side with one hand, shoulders still quivering, he inks a quill and pens a quick response.
You may as well be asking for raw diamond, friend.
-Kell
He secrets the pen about his person, and walks out, still chuckling. An observer might hear him mutter, "A box?!" incredulously, before he turns the corner and is out of sight.
