He nods, appreciatively, as he rummages through my jewels. He smiles and shakes his head as he examines my fancy slippers. He laughs out loud as he brushes his hands over my elaborate dresses and veils. “This is from the palace.” He states; it is not a question, “How did you get these?” His face does not show anger or suspicion, just curiosity.

“I… I work in the palace. I was given these.” I whisper. I am afraid he will realize what I truly am. He only nods, continuing his examination of my things. “Well,” he creaks, “The jewels are of excellent quality. Each one is worth 2 gold pieces.” He pulls two square coins from one of four small pouches at his waist. “The slippers are worth 10 gold pieces a pair; their craftsmanship is superior.” He tosses those on the wood as well, and a small cloud of dust forms.He pauses to consider the dresses. “I will give you 50 gold pieces for each gown.” I nod, eager to leave.

His eyes flick up, drilling into my own, “For your explanation, I will give you 100 gold pieces.”