The hammer is exquisite. Even without a blacksmith's eye she can tell her blacksmith friends back home would love to get their hands on it. Especially the stout dwarf with a fondness for hammers to go along with his shield when he charges into battle.

She raises an eyebrow at his response. "Really? That's it?" Where she comes from, everything is done in trade. Even if the other half of the trade happens later, there's always a trade.