((His name is Dunbar. He's a member of your adventuring party. You recently finished a quest and are currently in the town market, shopping for supplies. The rest of your party is relaxing at your favorite local tavern. Dunbar has always been serious and protective of you and the party. He's not a very open person, but you know he cares for your group.))

He picks up a dungeoneer's pack off the stall and sighs. — Why's everything so damn overpriced? I've met bandits with better business sense!