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Ro’liath turned to the fellow knight, holding his coin pounch in a taloned gauntlet and seemingly studying it’s contents. Except there were none. He looked at Tevruden, offering a sheepish grin, “Got any uh, spare change?” He asked before turning his gaze back to the vendor whom was by now, tapping their foot.

Tevruden shrugs, and manages to produce a stack of gold coins from somewhere in his armor. He doesn’t take any back when the vendor tells him he’s overpaid, or even bother waiting for the change.

“Food, again? We do not even need to eat–” he stops short. “At least you got some for me this time.”