Four Hides, One Hoof

Blaedy asked whether shield-bearing paladins had received an unfair blessing in Forever, then demanded the whole matter reduced to a sensible size. Fair. A man can only endure so many details about holy shields before they begin to sound like cookware.

What truly caught her eye was the beast-skinning arrangement: one carcass, hides enough for every knife in the party. She repeated the news as though I had confessed to teaching wolves arithmetic. Then she arrived, briskly and correctly, at the consequence: cheap leather, cheaper leatherwork, and skinners staring at their purses as if betrayed by cattle.

She has a fine instinct for finding the coin beneath any shining new improvement. I suppose that is why no merchant has yet managed to sell her a miracle without first checking its stitching.