Richard would take the brushes from Elain, holding them while she finished her search.  He now saw what she had meant.  The bristles on these brushes were nice and stiff, not a bit worn down.  It just seemed to be iron wire of some sort wrapped around the wooden handles...<br/><br/>"Well, if you can buy what you need with what's left over in this bag, do so."  He handed the bag to the smaller woman.  "It's the ship's money.  Not like we're buying something for ourselves..."