The two salesmen look at eachother. Tyrones eyes go wide again as he stares down Zane. Tina, on the other hand, is rather calm. "....Naaaaaah! Pretty sure that price made sense!" "Especially on a high piece of Phoenix equipment...." Tiekal, the red haired man, walked into the armour shop, writing down notes in a small pad. "And the shields themselves would be difficult to get around in constructing the suit without being electrocuted. As we can see from Tyrones hands...." Tyrones hands were a dark black, burnt. "It seems he couldn't escape such a hazard. Now, along with the armour, and due to its rare quantity including the graphite cloak, every inch of said armour is worth...a few thousand, to say the least. Now, since it was constructed by the Phoenix, its price increases three fold. To repair such a piece would require intense care as well as resources. Say, Tyrone, how much Graphite do you have on hand?" The large black man raised his fist, saying zero. "And how much before the construction?" He raises his hand saying five. "Five pounds of graphite? Intriguing. Since graphites value per pound is now 2000, that would mean for the amount of graphite, which is the least costly material on such a significant piece of armour, that the cloak alone cost ten thousand. Must I go on....?"