
The expression on the face of Wilf changes dramatically once Loyn steps up to the bar.
"Oh, Loyn, son of Groyn. Good to see you back so soon, friend. Are you saying that this vagabond is telling me the truth? That your group found these coins like this? And kobolds are the culprits? Well, that is good news for your friend Jib here."
He looks over one of the painted coins again, flipping it up into the air with his thumb before catching it and slapping it down hard on the bar top.
"I suggest you stop to think about your actions before trying to pawn off lesser coin. Didn't anyone think to clean these off before you came in here?"
He sets Loyn and Gyb up with an ale and a bowl of stew. "You might want to ask Mouse for a wire brush and some solvent to remove this paint. Don't try to trick that little thief with these either. He can smell a scam a mile away, that one."