"We all die eventually," Ulro replies, his smile softening somewhat. "All we can hope is for a fitting end, and a life worth living..."
"About the armor, well, I'm no merchant to be able to put a price on something with such intrinsic value. It has significant real value, as you well know, but I cannot think of anything to match it..." the Goblin says, stroking the materials happily.
"Perhaps, since you have done me a favor, we can settle the debt later?" Ulro asks, glancing at Joachim. "Should you need assistance with something, or a favor I can do for you...just let me know!"
"Within reason, of course..." he adds with a smile.