As one who sympathizes with your lack of funds, may I respectfully
suggest that perhaps your Saralyn has tapped into a quick source of gold
for the nonce only acknowledged by some less scrupulous sirens around
the tender age of eighteen. I'm sure somewhere out there there is a
crippled blind dwarf willing to part with a shiny bit of treasure for
your...illustrious...company.

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Lupar, in the year 470 AF.