Cost and Benefit

Zaria walked down the market street, stopping at one of the herb stalls.
She picked out three fresh bunches and four satchels with dried spices.
Frowning at the price she turned on her heel to leave.
One... two... three steps.
The seller called out.
She turned back. Now the haggling can start.
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Mawhub's forehead was pearling with sweat as the sheikh finally leapt into the jeep beside him. He tossed a leather bag in his sorcerer's lap.
"This should keep you busy for some time, friend."
Mawhub peeked in.
"And all it cost was a little concentration," the sheikh smirked.