Marric's eyes widen at the sum of money that the little gnome/dwarf/person offers him. He hadn't really intended to lay claim to the gems, though technically they<em>were</em>spoils from a defeated foe... it's just that the spoils were stolen in the first place. But at the same time, the little man is offering the money of his own free will...<br/><br/>"You don' have to twist my arm, fella." He says with a toothy grin in the little man's direction. "The gems are all yours, an' I wish you the best sellin' 'em."<br/><br/>He holds up his drink in a short, pseudo-toast, and holds out one hand to seal the deal.<br/><br/>"Definitely a more worthwhile job than I woulda figured goin' into it." He grins and drains his drink, before standing up to excuse himself. "Alrighty... if that's everythin', I need to make a few more stops before the end o' the day. Got some questions ta ask, junk ta sell, you know the deal."<br/><br/>Once he excuses himself, he goes out to the back to split up his findings into a "keep" or "sell." The potions, and the magic-seeming belt, he'll keep (and probably get elfie to examine), while all the swords and alchemic firebombs are going to the strange man in the curio shop...<br/><br/>And once all his trading is done, he's going straight for the tower... he needs to ask a certain elf about a belt and a vibrating bracelet...