The Third Circle

"I was not commenting on value. I was commenting on scarcity. I do not doubt that the knowledge contained within is valuable, simply that there isn't much of it." The elf holds up a placating hand, before turning to the books. "Currency... I have little in metal. I have some sandshark teeth, if those are acceptable. Or I have copies of my own folios, and the symbology and learning I have gathered thus far." He pulls out a bag of teeth, and one of his own books. It's a leather-bound book, rather battered, with an old gilt design stamped into the leather, long-since faded. The elf heard the soul comment, but the other two options are so reasonable it's not worth going there, he thinks. The book is filled primarily with designs, words written underneath showing what the design is supposed to evoke.