// hold on what
*A celestial bronze frying pan falls off the shelf and hits him right on the big toe as he picks up the shield.*
*His face turns red as he begins hopping around on one foot.*
"AGH! WHAT IS THIS!?"
*Lotus likes the way this works out and will have to take the pan back with her. She puts the dagger opposite the sword but will have to carry the pan in her hands. She leaves.**Adjusting for inflation, and with a little bit of finesse, probably upwards to 4 drachma, maybe more if the person is dumb.*