She had promised, Nareen thought. And so, instead of reaching down to grasp the small ivory dagger on her hip, she watched as the merchant reached into the overstuffed, brown leather purse that hung at his neck and pulled out a silver coin. She took the small silver coin from his hand and bit it. Rosmerta forfend she took a bad coin. Bevin would probably take the difference out of her own, too slim, purse at the end of the night. The silver felt just right between her teeth and she slipped it into the leather tavern purse she carried beside her own. @bigpanda