A fair price, [ Yseult allows, as she eyes the smooth skin of the tortilla as if calculating an angle of attack. (Foods wrapped in bread certainly exist in Thedas, but she can't recall ever encountering one this large. The sheer abundance of everything here is continually astounding.) She tips her head and takes a bite, and then another, signaling approval with eyebrows. ]

And one I'd pay. [ She thumbs the corner of her mouth clean. ] But I'd hardly be of use here. It would take years to learn enough about this place to work, and between guns and rocket boots you've no need of my other skills.