Gravagos accepts your payment. He reaches into his haversack and produces an intricately carved buckler. "A darkwood buckler that I picked up at the market." He hands it to Niu. It is surprisingly lightweight. "It is not enchanted, but will never interfere with spell casting. A souvenir from Falcon's Hollow and something to not remember me by. We never met here this evening." Gravagos turns to fog before your eyes, mixing in with the fog from the river.