“Yeah sure, whatever,” Handy said, dropping a small sack of fifty gold coins. If he was right about the worth of the coins in comparison to Equestrian bits, he might as well have bought her a car. The dog looked at the coins and had a reaction similar to the barmare. Handy swore she was about to hyperventilate. “I’ll be needing a large sack.” The dog quickly handed Handy a large sack before falling over, fainting. Handy shrugged and started dumping the baskets of jewels into the sack. He heard quite a few of them shatter and break. Oh well, it wasn’t the gems he wanted, it was the weight. “Hey, kid.”