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The customer is Brigade Games' Imam, from their Napoleonics line, but I think he's pretty versatile. The Merchant is a great salesman with remarkable panache (and mustache). "This is the last provision stall for miles, effendi, and even if it were not, you could find no lower prices at this time of year! One hundred and forty dirhams!" "Merchants of such avarice are surely bandits in disguise! Would you have me perish in the desert? Even if I empty my purse I could not find more than eighty dirhams to spare." "Eighty? EIGHTY? Surely I have misheard the effendi, whose every manner bespeaks generosity and benevolence. Eighty dirhams--would you reduce my family to utter destitution? My children will go begging in the street! For the effendi, I could possibly go so far as one hundred and twenty, though my little ones go hungry." "By the life of my father, I cannot pay one hundred twenty! If I were to turn my pockets inside out and search their linings, I could perhaps, by the grace of the Merciful One, scrape together sum of one hundred for you, lest I die of hunger and thirst." "Ai, one hundred? It is a rich jest the effendi tells, beyond doubt! One hundred would leave me in grievous penury and I should bring shame to my family. My daughters will be scorned and despised, my sons ridiculed in the marketplace! One hundred and ten is the least that would keep me from ruin." "..It is not impossible that by some miracle I might have a coin or two at the bottom of my saddlebag, forgotten until now. One hundred and ten, though it bankrupt me." "One hundred ten it is!"

Howdy, Camel, loaded and unloaded... Thanks, Kev!