Sigmund cups the sack, being mindful of its contents. "It only glows when I need to see." He muttered as he knelt down. In the midst of collecting the spilled coin, he answered the half-elf without raising his head. "If you have your doubts about me, I invite you to escort me to my client." Significantly calmer than he had been, Sigmund's voice quieted down as though he were robbed of his anger.