"Three hundred each," he says firmly, looking between the two of them band back again. The smug smirk is gone now, replaced with a scowl, which Ellie returns with interest, looking faintly murderous.

Gela's hand on her arm holds her back though, like a hand kept on a hilt of a knife.

"We don't have that much," Ellie says plainly.

"Then you'll have to run back to your Gallows and get it, won't you?"