"Here. This should cover the expenses" he said and took a small leather bag from his belt. He threw it to the hobbit and it gave that chingling sound of coins as it left his hand. He nodded and left back towards the marketplace and to where he left off
"Our posturings, our imagined self-importance,
the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe,
are challenged by this point of pale light.
Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark.
In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves."
- Carl Sagan