Under the whalebone, my neck was priced at three notches. I laughed that it was cheap, and the hall went quiet, but a price tag only means I haven't sold yet.

• HelgaThree notches is two barrels of salt. Not a price a man who once ran a ship should laugh at.
  BjornThe ship's in another man's hands now. The neck's still mine. Which side comes out ahead?
• IvarI'll be collecting separately for that laugh in the hall.