"Ooh," Autor says, not just because of the items, but the screens and their projector as well. He browses the item list, committing to memory the way this part of Sherral's world works.

Then he points to the text, 'White Fang'. Ten gil sounds much more reasonable than two hundred, and this is a dragon fang's that shoots lightning besides. Cool.

"Do you have any of those White Fangs available, please?" he asks, growing excited himself.