He nodded sympathetically for her situation, for today could just as easily been fickle and penniless for him, instead of steady and plentiful. It was the luck of the draw.
"Purses for ladies, made of wolf fur," he answered with a proud smile. "I\'ve sold them all, which is more than someone of my calibre could ever hope for," he added humbly. "That means I have enough to buy myself some supper for the trip home. Would you like to join me? I could use pleasant company."
It was a question of charity, delicately put. He understood what it was like to have no coinage and too proud to accept any. However, because he was from the farmlands, he also knew how best to get around such pride - for it was acceptable to dine with a friend or newfound companion, but not to give them something out of a money pouch, lest they be offended at being cast a beggar.
He shifted a roll of material under his arm (that had been the makeshift floor of his stall) to a better position, as he waited for her reply.