Deekin shrugs off his rucksack and begins rummaging around in it.

He pulls out three sets of steel plate armor, one axe whose head is the size of his torso and set with twin fist-sized rubies, and a flaming sword before finally arriving at a leather-bound tome which looks like it weighs significantly more than he does. He lifts it without much trouble and slams it down on the bar, opening it to a lovingly drawn sketch of a snow-white dragon.

"That dragon," he clarifies. "Deekin have other pictures, if you want."