Lydia smiled to her companion and rose as the bodies were stripped and the prisoner tied up... if she had to do it herself. "Can one of you tell me if this furr may be enchanted?" she asked, fingering it.<br/><br/>Then, she looked over the loot and picked up the potion of cure light wounds to replace the one that she had used before looking further into the pile and retrieving 2 bottles of whiskey and arrows to replace the ones that she had lost in the first battle. After thinking for a moment, doing math in her head, she took 1/4th of the gold (63 gp, 7 silver and 5 coppers) and looked up.<br/><br/>"It's just my advice, but I say return the goods that belong to our trading post friends and offer to sell them the unmarked crates for whatever we can get for them. We also sell anything that we don't need and go as light as we can on things. We can pack horses up and probably get this in one trip.."<br/><br/>She walked back to the prisoner, "I think that it's time we had a talk." she said sweetly and squatted before her, "This was a sorry excuse of a guard post... where are the rest of you?"