Chapter 488 Her Ground

Oriana did not spare him another glance. Instead, she turned to Dane, whose face was bruised but whose eyes were still sharp with anger. "That table. What was it worth?"

Dane wiped the blood from his lip and answered loudly, "Your Grace, good cedar, made by a master craftsman. With labor included, five taels."

"Alright."

Oriana nodded and looked back at the man. "Five taels. You'll pay the shop