"No, no, scrolls is good," muttered Sergei, flipping through them. A shame, however. None of them come from the homeland. All the runes are inscribed with southern magics, completely foreign to himself. Still, though, it would not hurt to keep a few on him. "I take this one, is good healing, yes?" he asked, holding up a scroll marked 'Thundering Death'. Then, his ears perked up at the sound of quicksilver. "Is Werxez Tyunom?" he boomed, standing up to his full height. "Yes, must of be! Very good for potion of many make! I have more money, and sheep in sled! I buy all, and return to homeland to heal my people!"