*Unther hears the sales pitch and jumps down from a wagon he was traveling on, gives the driver a small bag of silver coins and comes forth*
"Ae will buy them polishin' oils off o' yer hands, keep up da good work o' creating, that keeps us all alive."
"Unfortunately ae dun have da means to buy them right off o' ye! Ae wish ae did, bu' how about we see each other by da bank in Center?
This come forthnight loike?"
