Hmmm. Nbox blinked, as he tried to process the sight before him; All right, there was Grummsh's spear, as promised- But it seemed like there were *already* people there; That, to the orc, wasn't in the script. Finally, the helmet came on; He didn't feel like running all the way, again. Besides, there was the girl to consider- Unless, of course, this *was* her village. Still, it'd be easier for him to proceed without him around...<br/><br/>The orc dug into the pouch at his waist. While the fat merchant had grabbed his lockbox as he'd fled, the orc had managed to scrounge whatever shinys he'd found- Not much use to an orc, of course, but maybe the 'oomie could make some use of it...He took a handful of clipped gold coins, and, after a nudge to draw her attention, closed the girl's hands around them.<br/><br/>"Should go on alone," Nbox mouthed, slowly and clearly. "Probably not safe from here, girlie..."<br/><br/>(I have about 10 GP left from the initial 5400. Giving her 5 GP- After all, I won't be using it, right?  ;))