The quality of the purse gives him pause, but it has been a long day and to be honest Izzy is a pit past caring. He takes the ring and looks it over. It has a hallmark which is a good sign, and some weight to it. Finally he bites it with a sharp canine and when it leaves a small dent, he is satisfied.

Izzy pockets the ring and holds his hand out for the coins which also go into his pocket before picking up the bolt and moving it to a pad of fine brown paper to wrap, tie, and stamp with the company arms.

"Do you have any plans in particular?"

Can't help it, he is curious.

"For the fabric."