"I get the impression it's a bit of a Goblin Market, too," he admits thoughtfully. "If they take favors and memories as currency. If you'd like, I could buy things for you and you could do a painting for me in return. But I don't want to be too forward."

He does have a bit of money in his wallet, at least.

"I'm Balthazar. Pleased to meet you, Elizabeth." He opens his bottle, smiling at her, and takes a casual sip.