Imogene paused at the question. "Well thank you for the kind gesture but I'm not actually thirsty. Truly I am quite well and you needn't worry about me." He offered the other man a cheerful smile then placed the book on the counter. A carnelian crystal on display there though quickly caught his attention so he added it to his small purchase pile and nodded warmly to the owner.
"Twelve gold, two bronze," the shopkeeper spoke brusquely in the country's native dialect.
"Aye, lovely sun," Imogene replied haltingly. His command of the language was at best, horrid.
"Twelve gold, two bronze," the man repeated, growing more and more irritated.
Imogene furrowed his brow in confusion but shook his head and smiled as he pulled out his coinpurse and proceeded to try and count out far too much money while the shopkeeper's eyes gleamed with the prospect of making a steal of a deal.