[h3] Arnlaug Leifsson - Averine City Docks [/h3]

Arnlaug smiles a crooked smile, before nodding a little.

"Alright. Can't say no to that smile, I s'pose. No shine or buff needed."

He fetches a few shards from the purse, and stuffs it securely back under the chainmail before holding the shards out to the girl. Again he casts a few looks around him before setting his eyes back on the girl, intending to see if she runs off after getting the payment. If she does he'll try to make sure he sees where she goes off to.