The stoking of flames and furnaces within the shops and their fronts began to fill the air with light soot as the gentle breeze drawn from the sea failed to push them far; as they grew warmer further the ash proved to billow up until the smoke no longer was depositing its larger pieces upon the solid, albeit earthy paths of the streets.

A dwarven woman hauled a sizable amount of refined ores into a reinforced bag, while the man with hand aflame from earlier, disappeared within what could be reasoned to be his shop. The dawning activity all the while spurred the lonely man to further thought, wherein he held the coin before him, examining its uneven surface. It was, for someone as poor as a lowly caste, a fair sum, as most only had a few silver and copper to their name in coin at any time, but that was not his reason for staring.

Of all things, it was what to do with the humble pressed piece. It was not something he was accustomed to, in any sense, and worse yet, it reminded him the great lengths mortal men would go to even have but one. But the question still remained... what to even do with it?

Drawing his green gaze up, he awaited the storefront owners to open in their entirety, which was undoubtedly soon with dawn so close now.