[ Anders crouches, puts the box on the ground. As absolutely vital as it is that he and Fenris have a spat, possibly right here in public, it's sort of more vital that he doesn't lose anything to the crush of people walking past, and he risks his fingers snatching a necklace out from under stepping feet and tossing it back into the box. ]

Yes, thank you, it's not as though the entire economy is based off of trinkets or anything.

[ He snaps it, though then he relents because Fenris did apologize (even if, Anders can't help thinking, he didn't know it was Anders at the time and would doubtless not wish to extend benevolence to a mage however long said mage has been without magic.) ]

Someone needs to introduce Zion to the concept of convenient money.