Altim fixed the spectacles on his nose again, and he reiterated at the offer of wood for carpentry. "No no, ah, just firewood, sir." He shook his head slightly to turn down the offer. Furthermore, he didn't even have 10 gold coins to start with nor the 50 gold pieces. He only had around 50 silver pieces on his person at that point in time, and the log presented to him costed an arm an a leg, the log striking him as overpriced. Daror was no craftsman. He made fletchings for his arrows sometimes, but he was not in the business for creating chairs and tables, even if he had the muscle for it. Another thing he wasn't was a wealthy aristocrat. Altim held the basket at his side as his free hand rummaged through his satchel for silver. He brought the basket up to his elbow, and the hand dropped and counted five silver pieces in his hand, which he held out before Borgrund in payment.