Weiland sat back in his chair, swirling his own wine around in the glass as he contemplated Lucius' request. There was one item in his inventory that he remembered his old dad telling him had come from the Malfoys some time back. Lucius' interest piqued Weiland's curiosity.
"I reckon I know the item in question," he said. "Question is, mate, just how dear is it to you?" This was the moment he lived for in any high-stakes game--the moment where he was sure he had his opponent by the balls and was about to twist. And to have a possibility to put one over on the mighty Lucius Malfoy? It was just too good an opportunity to pass over.