[h3] Arnlaug Leifsson - The Rugged Fish, Averine City Docks [/h3]

Arnlaug eyes the urchin for a lingering moment, before exhaling a gruff scoff. He speaks with a thick eastern accent.

"No, little girl."

He looks around, into the various alleys around the inn, before hoisting up his chainnmail to retrieve a coin pouch. He opens it and seems to eye the contents as he keeps speaking.

"Even if I did give you money, how much of it would you go to you?"