"Mornin', sir..." Marric gives the man his best country-boy grin, and hefts up his backpack in response to the man's comment about sales. "And yea, I got some goodies for ya, courtesy of a couple o' gobbies out in the forest."<br/><br/>As carefully as he can, Marric lays it all out on the counter. Two small-sized leather armors, two bows, all the arrows, the manacles and their key, and one of the two pieces of quartz he'd been given by the female goblin. The other one he figures he'll hold onto for now, out of respect for a gift.<br/><br/>"Like I said, lots of stuff... don' suppose you've got any use for it, do ya?"