The druid chuckles a little at the mention of weight. "I think it's important. Even if we didn't care about gold, it would still be important to put tools like these into the hands of those that will use them to protect rather than to murder... but even if we're just trying to do the right thing, the money<span style="font-style: italic">is</span>important. We... well, most of us," he corrects, glancing at the monk so recently sworn once more to poverty, "can't stand against our enemies unless we can match them weapon for weapon, strength for strength. It takes wealth to do that. ...And worst," he sighs, "our enemy already knows that this battle took place here. If we don't claim the spoils, they will."<br/><br/>At the suggestion that the trolls be spared, though, the druid's face darkens as an uncharacteristically wrathful look passes over his features. "These are NOT angry children. They served the traitors who betray Boryg; they ambushed Cecil in the tunnels beneath the city, and if we leave them alive their masters will turn them against us again. They may be harmless to you and me, but how many would they devour if loosed within the walls of Boryg? This is not vengeance. This IS survival. Fear of what has happened today will hold them only until they grow hungry enough to prey upon the innocent again." Chrrou bows his head to the bunnyfolk. "Your commitment to mercy is admirable... but alone or aided, I will see them dead."