Damon only chuckled and, in the blink of an eye, [Shadowstepped] a few meters away, dangling the staff lazily between two fingers like a shiny toy. "Tsk, tsk. Is that really how you ask for a deal? You don't sound like someone worthy of owning a potentially legendary weapon."
The boy's teeth ground audibly, his fists shaking at his sides. He lunged forward, only for Damon to flicker again, reappearing behind him and letting the staff's end tap the necromancer's shoulder.
"I won this staff fair and square. It's mine, you know. I am not saying I will keep it, but I am not going to fucking give this back to you for free! Do I look like an idiot to you?"
Necro God became livid with anger.
"20 million gold coins for your legendary item!" Damon sent him a message. "There are many eyes around us. How about we go somewhere private and discuss the rest of the deal privately?"
