Marron’s tired gaze bore through the hooded figure, “Don’t worry about that, How much?”

The hooded one was silent for a moment, staring into the bag before reaching into their cloak and pulling out a sack of gold. “I’ll give you everything I got for it- these things… well they’re hard to come by.”

She takes the sack of gold but shakes her head, “Worth more than this…” She mutters irritably. Her eyes narrow at him, “I want your cloak too.”

After a moment, Marron leaves the establishment, hooded in her new cloak with a sack of gold and a devious smirk.