The halfling gets a incredulous expression.   Shaking his head at the words of Talia.   Then responding back;<em>"You all call yourselves adventurers.  I bet none of you even have salt,  or any sweets like chocolate either.</em>Stops for a moment,  as if to ponder over something.  Then would bring a counter offer.<br/><br/><em>"Alright a weeks worth of iron rations and fifty gold pieces.  That is what I will accept in trade."</em>The gold is way more then what cheese would have been.  But then what good is gold down here.   As it would be realized.   The halfling waits for the party to agree or disagree.