Eyota couldn't hide the frown on her face as Iseldra passed her one of the arrows.  As she had suspected, the metal shaft would be far too heavy to get any real distance when fired.  Not from her bow anyway, which was designed to be light and easy to carry on her long journeys.  Still, the tip was sharp, and the arrow was sturdy overall.  A little smile crooked across her face as she closed her fist around the shaft, imagining it could possibly be used as some kind of miniature handheld spear and jabbed into an opponent at close quarters.  It might not pierce a dragon's hide of course, but an eyeball perhaps...<br/><br/>Ah, but best leave the jabbing to someone better suited for it.  The wild man, Voran, certainly seemed comfortable enough with a spear in hand.  Tucking the arrow into her quiver, Eyota looked a little more seriously at him, curious about his origin and his tribe.  The name 'Saragos' seemed to chime a note of familiarity in the back of her mind, but it had been so long since she'd attended a gathering like this (and the others had been when she was a child, or barely more than one) that she couldn't say for certain whether or not she'd ever encountered anyone else from that group.  But his accent wasn't dissimilar from her own (aside from the antagonizing growl he'd made towards Alo), and she suspected his training with the spear might have been very much like what the hunters of her own tribe were taught.<br/><br/>For a moment, she was even a little jealous of the spear he'd been given, even though Eyota knew she hadn't the strength to wield such a weapon efficiently.  No, she'd be best off sticking with her bow and arrows, and rely on Alo for the rest.  Possibly the rest of the party as well, though she couldn't help but feel a bit nervous about learning to hunt in a pack again.<br/><br/>The conversations surrounding the party began to rise, only worsening her anxiety and driving Eyota to instinctively fell back again, reaching her fingers into Alo's thick fur.<i>I want to go home</i>she suddenly thought, though home wasn't so much a fixed location as...well, any place away from all these people, and all this noise.  It was loud enough to even mask the approach of Na'Took, and if Alo hadn't suddenly arched his back with a hiss, the old shaman might have taken the huntress utterly by surprise.<br/><br/>As it was, she still had her knife in hand as she whirled around to face the 'threat,' but Na'Took was utterly unfazed at the blade only inches from his face.  Indeed, there was almost a look of disdain in those rheumy eyes, and the comment about needing sharp and reliable knives evoked a little burn of rage on the huntress' cheeks.  "Hmph," she grunted, stowing her crude (but still sharp) weapon back in its sheath.  "And what use do I have for treasures?  Decorate my cave with them?  Wear something pretty to win me a mate?"  Scoffing, she turned her back on the shaman.  "Meats and hides are more useful for trade.  I'll stick with taking what the beast's corpse can give, that's all I want.  Perhaps if I make an offering of a dragon's heart to the spirits, they'll be a little more kind to me."<br/><br/>Much as she hated to admit it though, Na'Took did have a point about getting some better knives.  Compared to what other members of the Toko typically used, her iron knife was a marvel, but looking now at what the others had...well, she could certainly see a few faults in her own weaponry.<br/><br/>Without a second glance at the shaman, she instead looked in the direction he'd indicated, where a few more dwarves were brooding over a shocking number of weapons laid neatly out on a leather blanket.  Straightening her back and signalling for Alo to follow her, Eyota approached the trio with her head held high and a cool expression in her eyes as she glanced over the wares, trying not to linger too long near a set of beautifully crafted knives.  She wasn't totally inexperienced with commerce among her own kind, but dealing with dwarves as an utterly new adventure.<br/><br/>"Evening," she greeted with the slightest incline of her head.  "I don't suppose any of you would be interested in any trading?  I have a supply of pelts here..."  As she spoke, she removed her pack and let it fall heavily to the dirt.  Suddenly it seemed the huntress had lost half her width and a quarter of her height, now that the thigh-high bag was resting on the ground beside her.  Article by article, she began to pull out her own merchandise.  "Got some bones and claws as well.  A few antlers, some shells, a bit of ochre..."  Indeed, it seemed Eyota had no limit to her own supply of 'treasure,' which among her own people was a small fortune in its own right.<br/><br/>Among dwarves, however, would quite likely be a different story.