The three of you and the elves form a wobbly circle and for a few minutes there is silence as everyone focuses on the food in their bowl. With your hunger sated two elves depart to usher the humans into the tent to rest. You chat, sharing your sorrow for the sunken ship and agree that you are fortunate to be spared such a cruel fate.<br/>Then Deneve mentions the subject of trade and the banter becomes more serious, but still cheerful. “We can leave that until later,” one of the elves laughs dismissively. “The day is young, Oron. Our guests may still have plans for it beyond our camp,” The elven leader with the thong in his hair speaks. “The spears and shield are of fine quality, better than anything we could produce ourselves, and the armour will be useful too,”<br/>“As for what we can offer in return. We have enchanted bows, better than those from the Fort, and we will give you a selection of arrows with each. Does a bow and 20 arrows sound fair for each spear? For the shields, we found silver in a streambed recently, a good 20 pounds, as well as a large bagful of coloured stones. For the armour we have many different plants, each with their own effects such as rust petal and rising sun,”