Joli collected the arrows and bundled them with her own goblin arrows.  She was a fair shot, poor compared to most elves, but she would rather have them and not use them then not have them at all.  She was collecting the coins when all of a sudden she had to stifle a small yawn.  It must be getting late, it was probably around dinner time and she'd been going for several hours.  The morning trek to the mines had been uneventful, and she'd had lunch by the river.  But since there'd been quite a bit of excitement.  She wondered if there was an inn at the goblin marketplace.  Or barring that even a small room that she could lock or secure.  She'd have preferred to climb out of the caves and sleep under the stars, but the drop off sort of denied her that chance.<br/><br/>She was just pocketing the coins and considering the scrap iron swords when she saw the very fine bracers.<br/><br/>"Oooooh what's this?"  she said stripping the bracers off the goblin's wrists.  At first they looked to be sized for a goblin, but then as she held and turned them about she realized she was mistaken.  They were perfectly fit for a human of her size.  She looked confused and held the bracers near the goblin's wrists. "No... he couldn't have been wearing these, they're far too big for him."<br/><br/>Then she realized what they were.  "Duh, magic." she muttered as she made a spear hand with her fist and slid the bracers onto one arm then the other.  The metal felt slightly cool and she felt a bit of goose flesh break out on her skin.  She was unused to wearing any sort of metal, but they weren't that heavy and shouldn't slow her down much, if at all.  She guessed they might make her stronger, but she didn't feel anything immediately *.<br/><br/>"For a scavenger," she muttered, "This was quite a successful stop.  Now, lets see if we can't find the market on this level that Druk mentioned."  With that she'd climb the stairs up to the passage she'd come from and head back in the other direction.  She wondered if she could buy some sort of parchment and charcoal at the market, or even better, a map of this place.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">* unless she does.  That's a DM call, and if you want me to, let me know and I'll edit the post.</div></div>