Xen, gnawing on a hunk of salt pork as she forks over a few small trade-coins at a time-- finding them in groups of two or four in the corners of her rucksack-- eyes the druid's purchases with a mixture of curiosity and distrust.  "What in Pocheksa's name are you going to do with all that?"  She doesn't wait for an answer-- instead, she lifts her hand dismissively, as if to brush of her own concern.  "No, never mind-- it's none of my business."  She walks outside the shop then, still chewing.<br/><br/>((OK.  I do not know the party's objective, nor our next steps.  I will post again when we get going, if this game continues.))