Borgrund heard the call for attention and turned his head along with some of his other customers. Since the man didn't look quite the arcane type, Morris tactfully grabbed and hid the log of Mystra behind his back. "Are you looking for some firewood?" Bor fished out a bundle of twigs and thick branches. "Finest birch in Amaryth, sir. It's all yours for five silver pieces." Then, he dropped the bundle and brought out a heavy-looking cut-off section of a trunk. "You look quite the craftsman, sir. The oak's a bit stiff, but once crafted into furniture it lasts for a good long time. All yours for ten gold coin, this one." His plain look suddenly escalated into a look of interest as he realized what the man was indicating. "Morris, give me the Mystra."
As the vineman very much reluctantly handed the small log to Bor, Bor looked scrutinizingly at the man. "Uh, one chunk of this log costs fifty gold pieces, sir. I hope you what you're talking about."