"Seems pretty beaten stuff to me, but lets looksee." The man smirked and moved to lift the things up, appraising glance at each, nodding a bit sometimes and frowning at other, but not saying a thing right away. Going the items through one by one there, he looked at Marric after a short while, all but the quartz looked at by then.<br/><br/>"Well now, the arrows are gnawed on, the bows are pretty beaten but they look like they were quality, so polishing the wood should help. Bit of work but can be done. Armor, eh that's been seeing better days but its worth cleaning I think. Swords, rusty but that can be dealt with. I'd say I can give you a total of fifty gold for this heap of junk." He smiled. "Well, as for that." He gestured at the Quartz. "I could use some of those if you know more. Been having trouble getting good materials for a few things since the mine went down. So, I'll say twenty gold for that, totals seventy if you want to sell it all." He smirked, looking at Marric.<br/><br/>At the time of the man's speaking, Marric had had a good chance to look at the two earlier announcements.<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Dangerous Boar!</div><div class="spoiler_body">Let it be known that this beast that harms anyone that comes to the woods and keeps firewood storages dwindling and honest hunters hungry is a plague on this community. For this, a bounty of 75 gold has been promised for the head of the boar that carries the silvery tusks, to any that slays the beast. In addition, he will be granted either the right to the Old Thorn house if looking to stay, or a sum of 200 golds from the town council. Bounty retrievable at Town Hall.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Goblins!</div><div class="spoiler_body">A group of vicious goblins have become a terror to this town once again! The old mine that once served as a source of income to a few bold, brave diggers has become a place of haphazard traps and nasty surprises, when little green bastards, goblins, began to inhabit the place. There's still good haul there to be claimed, so to begin digging once more I promise whoever slays these bastards a sum of one hundred gold coins. I will also pay additional hundred gold to anyone that can bring me <em>Silvertooth</em>, my trusty old tool at the bottom of the mine. You see it, you know it. -Signed, Carin Esten Vanhu Gilsom Hilltop</div></div>