Arran allowed a brief flicker of emotion to flit across his face as he read the inscription. Damn. Was that the same Rachel? And why'd that stupid girl have to be so nice to him earlier? He bit chewed on his bottom lip as he mentally tried to work what it was worth and how much he had tucked into his boot. What had she said her mother was called? And how had Rachel lost it? He hadn't seen her at the Golden Wench. And even if he could afford to buy it, Arran had worked hard (or at least, conned well) for that money.<br/><br/>Except... didn't she say her mom was dying? Crap.<br/><br/>"Hmm... how much do you want this?" He asked in his best non-chalant voice.