The wizard snatches the whip from your hands and stops just short of kissing it. "It's unharmed... Excellent,

The wizard snatches the whip from your hands and stops just short of kissing it. "It's unharmed... Excellent, excellent!" He carefully coils his treasure, wraps it in a clean cloth, and bundles the package with a crisscrossed cord. "You have my eternal gratitude!" Bartholomew places a bag of coins in your hands. "You can't imagine what that thing means to me!"