"What a foolish man, to squander gifts more precious than gold. I could sit here and feel sorry for you, but that wouldn't help you," Baeon admitted. "I only hope that what little moment we stole away in, you were able to forget your troubles. Even if just for a time."
He smiled and sat up. He moved over to his clothing, picking up something from his belt, a satchel, and moving back toward her. He sat at the edge of the bed and opened the small sack, and within it, he pulled out a little figurine of a mounted rider on a horse. It was a faceless figure, one that sat straight on the horse, a female from the apparent artist rendering, and he handed it to her.
"I found this on my way here to Serendipity. I liked it enough to pay a few coins for it. What do you think of it?"