I'd make a joke about having a copper for your thoughts but I think that might be in poor taste.
[ It's coming from an elven woman nearby with a bag slung over a shoulder, who's been watching him stare at the coin for some time now. There's a heavy sadness about him, she thinks, and so she wanders just a little bit closer, even if she doesn't close the gap. She gives him his space. ]
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[ It's coming from an elven woman nearby with a bag slung over a shoulder, who's been watching him stare at the coin for some time now. There's a heavy sadness about him, she thinks, and so she wanders just a little bit closer, even if she doesn't close the gap. She gives him his space. ]
Are you all right?