[ The city of coin earns a nod from him, pleased that Iorveth knows, well, anything at all about a city. He would expect Iorveth to show little interest in anything urban, considering his general distaste for anything that isn't his precious forest. (He does, admittedly, take this as a sign that there's still hope for Iorveth to change his mind about cities, no matter how delusional that might be.) ]

Do they?

[ The forest is far more overwhelming in his opinion. All those trees and bugs and wild animals. Everything looks the same, shades of green and brown. Who can even tell what direction they're going? Meanwhile, the city is second nature to him; he could have navigated Baldur's Gate with his eyes closed. ]

Mmm. Don't worry. [ He reaches out, stroking the back of Iorveth's hand. ] I'm happy to hold your hand and lead you through the city.

[ A thoughtful pause, then— ]

But first, perhaps we should look into procuring something an old woman might want to haggle for. Crocheting supplies, perhaps?