"She c-comes from Estwael, Lady. B-but uh-unfortunately, sh-she is out in the market, today. She w-w-will be fair d-disappointed to know she m-missed you," the merchant manages, sweat breaking out on his brow. He was not the young traveller he once had been.

Yrael's smile is more smirk for a moment. "How much for such a fine piece, good merchant?"