The elf caught the gnome's eye. He greeted him, returning the smile. "Ah, hello there, good sir. I'm trying to help my friend here select a gift. As you probably know, he was selected to be the master of ceremonies this morning, and he would like something to please mistress Hellen, the chief priestess of the festival. This piece caught my eye, but I wonder if she might already have one like it. Could you offer a suggestion? Oh, and I must be forgetting my manners. I am Oirhandir, and this, of course, is Fang."
OOC:[sblock]Diplomacy +7, trying to get him to forget his pocketbook for one moment and to give good advice to a potential customer. Also Sense Motive +2, trying to figure out if his advice is genuine, or just intended to line his pockets.[/sblock]