[center][color=5ffb01][h1]Voth[/h1][/color][/center]

At first, Voth was less than inclined to take the satchel offered to him. However, when it touched him and he learned what it was, he could not bring himself to refuse. As he lifted the bag and reached his hand inside, he was happy to find that his arm could not reach the bottom. While the others squabbled, his mind filled with all the possibilities this new item offered him. Eventually, though, his mind focused back in on the present and the best way to solve problems at hand. He had no idea where the group was headed next, but there was one issue that needed addressed, no matter where they went.

[color=5ffb01]"Said anything you could craft, yea?"[/color] Voth would cut in, addressing Nibs as the rest bickered among themselves. [color=5ffb01]"What can you conjure by way of food? Not but a bit ago, we stumbled across a beasty. Owner was snatched by some such, and the beasty was left to fend. Took pity on it, this lot did. Not near to enough food to feed it, though. Not even betweenst us. Any chance your gift to the beastie could be food enough to feed it? Eats meat, best way we know. Fillin' up this bag you give my way should keep it from running off and munching up whatever odd passer by stumbles in front of it."[/color]

Holding out the bag, Voth would open it and wait to see if the old man would do as asked. He had no intention of threatening it out of him. The wild magics that governed Prismeer might take that as theft and punish him for it. However, maybe the fellow would be eager to provide more tame fair after such a violent request.