[He resists the urge to sigh heavily. Well, he can certainly see where the troll is coming from, as well— feeding one's family isa noble venture, after all. For a moment, he adopts a thoughtful expression, then reaches into his coat for his coinpurse. He doesn't have much money on him, either, but he's not particularly worried about running out— the mark of someone who's never quite had to struggle to feed himself before.]
I see. Well, this seems simple enough. Please, allow me.
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I see. Well, this seems simple enough. Please, allow me.
[Keep your coin, young miss!]
How much is it, then?