The halfling would cast another luge at the ground.  Aiming the spit at a bug crawling.     Then she turn her attention back to the old guy.<br/><br/><em>"I accepted, 180 gold each.  Fair deal I say." </em><br/><br/>Vulvalea would add in also.<br/><br/><em>"Anyone of yaw know how to drive a wagon?"</em><br/><br/>As she toss a glance back to the hussy.   Sure as hell she ain't going to be able to walk in those things all the way.  An sure enough she ain't going to ride a horse.  Not with what she got stuck in her arse.  She had to have something with how it was postured sticking out.<br/>As the halfing didn't realize it was cause of the shoes the posture.<br/><br/>