Re: Holding Pens: Jackson
Isaiah scoffed at the price; his hand slidding into his pocket as he turned more towards the handler. "That is ridiouslous. He is not even trained correctly. It vill take time to fix mistakes like this. My time." Isaiah's word stood firm as he stared down the handler with an icy glare. "He is also pre-used. It will time to break habits." With a sigh, he glanced toward Jackson wondering if this debate was even worth his time. It wasn't but he'd bargen this far already, it was in his nature not to go back. "You have quota to reach, da? Your goal is to sell. The more shifted off is less in your pocket. I will pay 580 for this boy and nothing beyond. It is the best you vill get. A wise man would take offer."