"Good!" he chirped, clapping his hands together once. "If the cloak breaks, and you is still on Yoreiq, I will fix if you comes back."
At Hadrian's question, he thought for a moment, falling quiet. He didn't have much use for money except for when he needed to deal with the occasional foreign merchant, shell currency or not, but he did initially think of compensation—obviously, as he was running a business, no matter how small. Ordinarily, as this was something he usually wouldn't make, he'd ask for enough to fill his palm: enough, but not excessive. He had long fingers, but regular-sized palms for the average Yoreiqi person. His people's currency would find most use on their own lands. A fair price.
But didn't Hadrian mention earlier that his ship sank? To get another ship or hitch a ride in someone else's was expensive, no? And... to be honest, the opportunity of being able to craft something from the continent, for someone from the continent, was reward enough. Exciting, out of his comfort zone, and fun. He could make up any missing funds easily enough.
He clicked his tongue and shook his head, "Nothing. You keep the money. But you come back to my stand if you are on the Port again."