Her eyes widened before she gave a sad but greatful smile, "I will show you anyways, but I'm afraid I can't ask that much of you for such a thing...  Though it is appreciated...  I'm afraid this country doesn't appreciate Shepherds for the Wolves."  She looked over at the stalls where various items were held for sale, "So for us, such things are usually quite more than their worth..."  She pointed towards the food stalls, with her staff, "I suppose I could ask you enough for cinnamon bread however.  That is if you would promise to buy it for me."  She gave a genuine smile with that, stepping back and starting to lead the woman to the bar stall.  She would have perhaps preferred the coin to save up for her bells, but for once, instant gratification along with her shepherd's need to be humble met quite neatly.  And cinnamon bread, covered with thick sweet sauce was her favorite treat at the fair when she could get it.