Maybe it's rude, but Marric can't help but look and be curious as the goblin woman scurries about. A little thin, for true, but beneath the scrap-armor and patchwork it seems that goblins aren't too far off from the humanoids who've bonded together over the past millenia...<br/><br/>And then she's back, with a back-pack and mushrooms in hand. The wanderer figures that the "woodsy pig" must be the boar- he's learning a lot about that creature, it seems- so he holds on to the mushrooms just in case. The bow and arrows he can undoubtedly sell, as well... and perhaps the quartz stone as well.<br/><br/>"You sure you want to give all this to me, ma'am?" He asks, even as he tries to figure out if he could stuff the leather armors into the pack. "You could have some of the armor if ya wanted, too, to be a little less... erm... exposed."