"It's not you, it's Mr. Personality-less here." Parker growled-- and snatched up the bag of coins, holding them away from the guy in the monk robes. "You'll get it back, after we've been helped," she snapped at him, then turned to the shopkeeper.

"Unicorn horn shavings. Do you have them. How much do you want for them. And if we can't get them today, we're gone."