Tristain hummed for a moment, drumming his fingers against arms as he thought about it. While a little pricey, it was within his budget. And she needed it, it would help make her feel more independent. He sighed, then nodded with a slight quirk to his lips.

"Very well. You have yourself a deal, craftsman." he reached to to his pouch and counted out the gold coins, separating them into smaller stacks of twenty coins each, with five in their own small pile. Then his arms dropped to his sides and he clenched his jaw as another wave of fiery pain rolled up his back.