"Ah...? Did you have it? Let me handle it." Xingchen reaches over with his left hand and felt something. A weight. To his surprise, he finds it very well-crafted and well-made.

"You made this for someone like me? You didn't have to it." He waves the stick and taps it on the ground. "It's fine. Thank you so very much. I don't know how else to repay you for this, but it will make finding my way around easier. I could keep it?"