Nodding, Bryn takes out a couple of gold coins from her waist pouch, the motion taking a little extra time with her gauntlets.  "I'll do it.  In case you're wrong."  She looks up at the goliath, her forehead barely reaching the woman's upper arm. "I know your kind can be tender."  She steps closer to the old woman, glancing askance.  "So, did the nursery rhyme give you any indication of how many she needs?"