Luna grinned under her hood, an interesting effect to the onlooker, and brought her hands out of her sleeves. Gesturing to the rug in front of her with it's trinkets, she spoke in a soft voice. "Name a price, and I shall tell you if it is satisfactory." Her voice was light, pleasant but not melodic, and her hands showed none of the pampering that often accompanied gold merchants, though they couldn't be considered 'rough'. There was a small twitch under her hood, at the top of her head, but it might have just been a trick of the shadows. "Looking for a souvenir to bring back overseas?" She asked, smelling the ship on him along with the faint smell of Alderia.