Ruli circulated with Kire, using his limited knowledge on the wood they had used before in Ziad that had served well to judge which supplies they'd take. He'd chosen a bunch of straight wooden beams of different thickness that they could cut and size to their liking to used for whatever they'd like. He chose a saw and hammer, nails and fittings they could grab at a smiths another time.

He turned his head as Kire asked about a back room full of furniture set aside for some Lord Itallo. Ruli rolled his eyes. Privileged nobles. He kept quiet as she haggled them a wagon, and he went to work helping the men load up what they had. They didn't need the wagon for too much time. Only long enough to wheel the lumber out of sight so they could take it back to the mountains. 
That would be draining, Ruli realized as they piled more and more on. Kire's small handful of coins and their threats had gotten them far more than he thought they would. 

"Next. Smiths?" Ruli suggested. "Nails. Fittings. Anything else we think might be useful. Then find a botanist? Or, if we're too tired after that, we could return tomorrow." He suggested. "Maybe we should take what we have back first, just so we don't over exert ourselves and need to leave it here."
He glanced toward Kire warily. "How does your traveling work, by the way? It winded you in Ziad. It takes energy?"