[ Ugh. Iorveth knows him so well. He perks up instantly, fruitlessly fighting the inexorable smile curling the corners of his lips before giving up and letting it happen. He pushes himself up to stand, crossing the room in a few strides to rummage through their packs himself to find the sun pin Iorveth gifted to him.

As he fastens it to his lapel: ] I have been thinking that the Blackmanes would have more jewels on their person.

[ He crouches down, picking up one of the creepy necklaces the old woman had given to them, now strewn across the floor. He raises an eyebrow as he stuffs it back inside the pack. Not this type of jewelry. ]

You know, just to keep up the charade that we're very rich and important.

[ And because he loves himself some retail therapy, the only type of therapy he'll ever have (but certainly not the only type he needs). ]