Der Stand

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The memory still churned in his mind as he sat hunched there @ his stand under the blinding white light o’ the sun.

“Lord, if I don’t get that tome, I’m dead,” he said in a hushed tone, albeit 1 still strained with anger.

“& I told you: no less than 80,000₧,” replied the mousy trader. “¿Trade or no trade?”

“¿Pink?”

His head jerked up to see a pale man in a white shirt & shades standing before him.

“¿What?” asked the warlock.

“I said, ‘¿You have any pink lemonade?’ I only like pink lemonade.”

Lord Citrus sighed & said in a tight voice, “No. No pink lemonade.”

Prompt:

Cash, Lemonade, Warlock