(now has a sneaking suspicion where those big old bastards came from.... bag of holding?  Stuffed full of elemental?)<br/><br/>Quitxi nods in thanks to Sophie, blushing very faintly as the well-muscled woman eases her burden... for the moment, she's concerned only for gathering everything of use... she's not among thieves, and feels safe enough with the notion that they can divvy the loot later.  Between Sophie who, though only a few inches taller, makes Quitxi feel like a frail girl standing next to her-- and Sweetwater, who would make the king's guard feel like a pack of dwarves-- she feels strangely protected, and relieved that they're still intact.<br/><br/>But they're not out of the woods yet... even if they make it to the inn, there thieves might be onto them.  "We'll need this coin," she says steadily as she rakes columns of the gold into their knapsacks.  "It may not be safe at the inn for a while... we'll have to be very careful."