Lirrian arched an eyebrow after sparing a polite smile to the half-Orc woman, tying off his braid and tucking it back under his cloak<span style="color: #8000BF">. "How about I trade you a set of rations instead? I would very much like the chance, however."</span>He replied, taking off his pack and pulling out a set of rations, wrapped in waterproofed cloth. After a moment to put his bag back on under the cloak, he held the wrapped food out in offer.<span style="color: #8000BF">"Sound fair?"</span>