[JennyHallu]

Losse smiled with real honesty, disarmingly, pleased that he was taking her seriously. "We're in the Shire, right? Pipeweed and potatoes, Farael! 'Tis said the King himself has a taste for produce from these hills...And as for money..."

Impulsively, she pulled the purse out from the folds of her skirts, emptying its contents out on the table with a loud clanging. She rapidly stretched her arms around the edges of the table, catching the coins that tried to roll away before they fell. They were an odd mixture of mints and denominations, and she quickly grabbed up about a third of the pile, and pulled it toward her in a smaller, neater stack. "These, I stole. The rest is honest. All I had saved when I left. I don't really know how much it would buy, but it's workable, Farael, it really is." She had the excitement of a child, looking up at him from her really rather small pile of coins. It was not an insignificant amount, but not enough, by itself, to jump-start any venture.