"I didn't steal them, if that's what you mean." She responds. Her tone is just as light - even if it were an accusation, she's not treating it as one.
"I imagine they would, but you try finding a mage in these parts still has their wits about them. All the ones with any sense left with the inquisition. Just the mad ones left here, more likely to pay in fire than gold."
She thinks for a moment, drawing figures in the dirt with her fingers to help her count.
"Seventy. For that one." Enough for supplies for the week, maybe enough to let her make the journey to Skyhold. It's not a small sum, at least not by her own standards, though it's less than a hundredth of the books' value to the circle that lost it. She doesn't care about selling it for its genuine price. "If you're interested."
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"I imagine they would, but you try finding a mage in these parts still has their wits about them. All the ones with any sense left with the inquisition. Just the mad ones left here, more likely to pay in fire than gold."
She thinks for a moment, drawing figures in the dirt with her fingers to help her count.
"Seventy. For that one." Enough for supplies for the week, maybe enough to let her make the journey to Skyhold. It's not a small sum, at least not by her own standards, though it's less than a hundredth of the books' value to the circle that lost it. She doesn't care about selling it for its genuine price. "If you're interested."