Their goblin escort started to chuckle at that, a whistling, rusty, wheezing sound, and Hermione spun on him and glared daggers. He just kept laughing though, and then reached out and showed Hermione something dangling from his gnarled hands. A leather bag and Hermione furrowed her brow, puzzled, and he shook it and a ringing, clanking noise rang out like a blacksmith at work in his shop – the ring of metal on metal, pure and loud.