The light-headedness was spreading, and he could feel his pulse racing. He'd need to find a spot to sit down, and that thought irritated him to no end.

Bad timing. He was trying to buy essential gear, at a time when there were lots of rubes walking around, potentially doing the same thing. (If they were smart.)

The smith's offer of a consolation was a relief though. He closed his eyes and heaved a slow, even breath.

[color=f9ad81]"Thank you sir. I'll have a look."[/color]

He started to feel a little better, knowing at least this selection would be free of charge, but all the same, courtesy demanded he not take advantage of the man. He too, was just trying to make the most of an opportunity, which rarely, if ever, came knocking.  Good relations were essential for people that had to live with each other's continued business, and that is what this gesture was really about.  He would NOT take advantage of this man.

Taking a few minutes to peruse the wares, he eventually decided upon a new boot knife.  Well made, unadorned, and unassuming, but of good quality with a keen edge. It was both practical and useful. Like all the best things in life.

[color=f9ad81]"I'll take this then."[/color] he said, showing it to the balding man.