He's still learning about what one does or does not do for friends and family. The whole issue of dying for someone never really crosses his mind in day-to-day matters. Especially since he's not part of Life to begin with.

He tugs lightly on the beaded lock of hair, grinning as he looks over the bottles. "We could head to the marketplace and see what there is to find there. A couple of handfuls of these gold derniers would be enough to buy out any merchant there."

Eight of the gemstone bottles are tucked into the bag, neatly nestled in some of the coins. He knows exactly who should get them.

"Mmm. These look interesting," Yrael says, wandering over to a pile of tangled jewelry that looks like the organizers cast aside as hopelessly entangled. He takes hold of one chain and lifts the... entire pile. He moves to shift his grip, turning it and passing it to his left hand, when his hand twitches back. "Hm? What's this?" He's looking at a rather small, clear stone hanging from a fluid-looking silver chain. With closer inspection, miniscule Charter marks could be seen flowing up and down the chain in a never-ceasing stream. "What's something like this doing down here, I wonder. It could be very useful to someone of the royal family, should some guard fall asleep at their post and make the castle suddenly vulnerable to attack from assassins."