"I'll figure it out eventually," she threatens as he turns and walks out of the shop, secure in his victory. She'd be more annoyed, but she is secretly tickled by the shield, even if it's not the one she's spent so many years handling.

After a brief thanks to the merchant, she follows Eskel back into the market proper, the shield strapped to her back, a comfortable weight that settles her even in this strange, unfamiliar place.