Lance: Guess I'll take this leather vest.

Theo: Ah, the perfect generic choice of fighters throughout the ages.

Lance: Shut up. Let's just pay and get out of here already.

Theo: As you wish.

(They approach the checkout counter)

Theo: Pardon me. Sire? I wish to make a purchase for my warrior comrade.

Lance: "Warrior comrade?"

Clerk: Okay, what're you buying?

Theo: One vest.

Clerk: Fine. The total is 150 gold pieces.

(Theo hands the man a bag with the money)

Theo: Here you are.

Lance: Are you kidding!? What a total rip-off!

Clerk: Haven't you noticed? We're the only armor store in town. We've got a monopoly, kid. We can charge whatever we want. Get use to it.

Earlier...

(A warrior is standing by the counter)

Warrior: But it's for my son!

Clerk: It's 500.

Warrior: I'll cut your throat!

Clerk: Take a number, Valrax. Take a number.