Shortfang shot his hand up. “Shortfang need shortsword! Mean humies took Shortfang’s Longtalon! Now Shortfang only have Hand Bow.” He grumbled at the thought of when they took his sword away. “Shortfang shooty hero, but sword always good.”

Pylia returned from looking at the staves and shook her head. “I’m not really good with actual weapons like that. And sorry, none of the staves are really my style. Do you have any lighter maces?” Ferric shook his head. “I’m afraid not. Dwarves craftsmenship is solid and hearty.” She sighed but didn’t seemed to bother. “Well, extra gold always help. Why don’t you flog the loot you picked up from that thief’s place with Ferric? Maybe we can look at some of the other traders, see what they have for us.”