Evrion has yet to figure out that there are people in the world who don't have his best interests at heart, on account of being both the bumpkinest of country boys and having spent the last decade or so of his life in a Circle tower. He regards Barnabas' stock with unabashed awe, his eyes wide as he peruses the wares, and his gaze naturally drawn to the dwarf at the counter.
"What does it do?" he asks, clearly ready to buy in entirely.