Buddy nods, taking the four free javelins and supplementing them with six more, costing a total of 3 measly gold. They were a bit bulky in their makeshift bag, but for someone as big and burly as Buddy, it was hardly an issue. Pylia herself decided to take an extra stone dagger, just in case she'll need it, while Shortfang grabbed two nets. In total, another 3 gold. As you were paying for this and donating whatever gold you felt like donating, Skinwalker comes into the tent, dressed in armor and with weapons on her person. "Ma?" Shortfang says in surprise. Skinwalker seemed a bit surprised to see you all here too. "Oh! Hello." She says politely.

She and Shortfang jabber a little bit as Pylia stands nearby and translates the jist of the conversation to you in a whisper. "It seems like Shortfang's mother is going to help fight. She says she's not too old to fight and she knows how to handle herself better than the other kobolds. Shortfang, of course, doesn't want her anywhere near the danger and thinks she should at least stay and protect the village, but she doesn't care to do that. She thinks the old hunters should go first and let the younger ones live." That's when Skinwalker looked over to you and waved you over as Shortfang continued to try and talk to her in their native tongue. "You, Shortfang friend. Tell my son, stop worry. Mama strong!"