"Yes, and I do wonder if we shall cross paths on another." The world, although vast, felt infinitely small sometimes. It probably helped that the witch and wizard population wasn't as populous as the world at large, and they tended to gather in certain places.

"That is very thoughtful of you to aid her in such a time," Zach responded, reaching into his pocket again to tug out his purse so he could pay for his purchases. It wasn't an idle, polite comment, like some might utter. He truly meant it.

The man appeared amused at the shop's ledger system, but he he didn't say as much, instead he appeared thoughtful. It was quite a rare book, so it wouldn't be right to pay as if it were your run of the mill novel. He was fairly terrible at haggling, especially given the situation. He wasn't about to deny a grieving family a fair sum. He plucked a collection of sickles and a few stray knuts from his purse; he counted them out and then slid them over. "I'd say this should just about cover it, as it is a more rare find."