Nikolas leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and turning his head to the side to face Mayleen.<br/><br/>"I've got a small pot and pan, never really needed anything else before." He answered truthfully, and with a little nervousness. He shook his head when offered beads and feathers. He was bombarded with questions, most of which had answers in the negatory such as playing an instrument, what ever an almanack was, needing things for tools. What was wrong with what he already had? It had served him well this far.<br/><br/>Upon hearing that they would need<span style="font-weight: bold">all</span>these things to be able to live where they were going, Nikolas began to wonder what the heck to expect of this Dragonopia. What kind of climate was it that they lived in caves and needed all of this stuff? The few times he had gone with the others to trade Nikolas had been told it was interesting how his people survived where they did, that it must be hard. But to him it was all he knew, and therefore, he didn't see anything wrong or particularly difficult about it...then again, he didn't exactly have anything to compare it against.<br/><br/>Nikolas wasn't happy about this but what could he do? He had already signed the scroll. Standing, the northerner stood behind his chair, placing his hands firmly on the back of it ready to go and get this (seemingly unnecessary) shopping over and done with. it seemed they would be learning a lot from each other, both student to student, and student to teacher.