I narrowed my eyes, instantly suspicious. My foot tapped against the floorboards as I considered the offer. The light from my desk lamp seemed to dim, as if Apollo's presence was somehow consuming the ambient energy in the room. "Three-fifty? Are you out of your divine mind? The last rate-up was two-fifty."
Apollo wagged a finger at me, making a tsk-tsk sound that somehow managed to convey millennia of condescension. "Ah, but the last rate-up only guaranteed one Gold item. I'm offering you five. Five chances at Platinum. Five chances at Diamond. Five chances at Legendary." He floated upside down, his face inches from mine, his breath smelling of ambrosia and stardust. "It's practically stealing from the gods! Think of the value!"
