Halbark tuned in again as Kayden spoke, the time in the meanwhile he had passed by stealing a last mug of ale and clinking the tips of his gauntlet-clad fingers together in monotone repetition.
To the castle it was then, he was happy enough about that. When laying a trap was mentioned a grim formed under his gaping mask. Again he failed to notice that he was speaking.

"Traps, I like traps, traps are like a piece of art you know, bit of sulphur here, bit of oil there. Oh and twine! There is always twine involved.”

Halbark wasn’t really intending to stock up, he was sort-off always ready to go, shopping always was a coincidence rather than an intentional thing with him.