Sigmund did indeed lower his weapon, but he was in no mood to disarm himself just yet. However, he would have to to fetch the coin purse, wouldn't he? The glowing mace seemed to fit in his belt just fine, and as he moved to reach for the coin he kept a weary eye on the halfling, the other on its bloody stilleto. "As you wish. Though don't expect it to remain that way if you or he sees fit to draw again."