[Vander hums thoughtfully for a moment, gaze lingering on the delicately painted little bird trinket. Sure, it is pretty, but having pretty things didn’t help you keep the belly full or offer warmth on a cold night.

Thought that’s the thing, isn’t it—if you could afford things like this, those wouldn’t even be worries anymore.

He gives half a shrug as he turns his attention to Hythlodaeus.]

I’m more of a practical sort of man, I suppose. I’d take anything I could put to use over something made to look nice on a shelf, any day.