Gathering up his things, the halfling walks over to the door. At her last question, he pauses once more.<br/><strong>"People don't normally get medicinal herbs for themselves. As for potions, they're small and worth a great deal to the right buyer. Pirates and barbarians like to pillage small towns for those kinda supplies. But we're a bit landlocked here in Stingard."</strong>, he speaks as he starts wandering back into the night to nurse his own wounds. By his expressions, he doesn't seem to think Shiloh has done him any favors.