Searching through all the boxes, the total of 8 healing potions finally lay in his hands while he moved to the curiosity shop, finding the man there to be sleeping on his entrance. Noticing someone coming in though, he regarded Marric with a somewhat tired but interested expression, up until he had set things up for a view.<br/><br/>"Hmm. Masterwork swords aren't that common around these parts, even though they are small.. I'll give you three hundred gold for the blades, or you can try and find halflings to sell them to yourself. As for all the alchemical gear here, I'd say that there's a lot in there, but some might be getting stale, I don't know from all of this. Well, I'm in generous mood, so offer the swords and the firebombs, and I'll raise the offer to a round five hundred." He smiled at Marric, seeing if the man would take that offer up. "It's a fortune I've gotta say." He added. For a peasant such a bounty would be quite unimaginable even.<br/><br/>At the arrival to the tower, Marric found the elf  soon arriving through the dark shadowy wall beyond the door at the back, a smile on the lips and the elf's ever confusing gender still not answered as the elf stepped up at the counter. "So how can I help?" Smiling and looking at the belt then, the elf parted lips to whistle. "Don't see too many of these. Belt of Giant Strength... albeit not the most powerful sort of them. I think it would give your muscle a little additional power while worn, but if it comes off when you are carrying too much it might break your back." He smirked a little.