Izzy's brows furrow as he tries to put the story together in his mind. It very quickly becomes apparent that this is no errand for a master. This is a personal purchase and one the man desperately wants.

He really shouldn't barter. He really shouldn't. But who is going to hold him to his actions? His father is old, drunk, and unconcerned so long as the ledger remains black. This business rests squarely on Izzy's own shoulders. It's stressful, yes, very, but places him in a position of power to make these small decisions.

And really, he is a hopeless romantic. If this fine young man wants this bolt of cloth, it is undoubtedly to give to his sweetheart. It would make a very fine gown. Perhaps for a wedding.

A small breath and he holds out his hand, palm up.

"Show me the ring."