"Well he noticed a few potions and such, but aside from those none of the items are enchanted I'm afraid." Ferric shrugs. The potions seemed to be an odd murky green, but Pylia confirms that they should work as intended. Though don't be surprised if it tastes strange. As for the other two, Pylia picked up the breastplate. It was somewhat big on her though, but Ferric offered to resize it for a price. As Pylia didn't have much money on her, she traded in her light crossbow as compensation, more than enough for Ferric to fit the armor. Shortfang took one of the light shields; unlike the shield Pylia has, these small shields could be strapped to the arm. Though it still made then unwieldy for two-weapon fighting or using a weapon with both hands, they were perfect for archers like Shortfang. He also helped himself to some of the scimitars in case he needed a backup weapon. Finally he took a bunch of the crossbow bolts, practically stuffing three quivers onto his bandolier. With the addition of another sword and his small shield Shortfang looked almost over capacity, but he was handling it just fine.
As for the journals, one was completely empty though it looked like a few pages had been torn out. Another journal mostly had rather artful doodles of natural scenes or animals. Perhaps one of the brigands had an artful side to them. Or they robbed an artist in the past. Both were valid possibilities. The last journal had scribbles of notes, crude hand drawn maps, and a list of objectives, most which were filled out. It mentioned a quota of goods and weapons as well as a meeting with "Rakeface on the morrow", whatever that meant.
After the final loot was sorted Ferric took out an abacus and made his calculations. He turned to the trio and started counting out some coins. "Well looks like you have in total about three-hundred and fifty sovereigns worth of loot. Once I get back to Gransys I'll be able to clean them up some more and make them ready for the market and make my profit double-fold. Now then, is there anything else I can do for you?" Pylia took the coin and counted it out herself, and sure enough it added up to 350. She took 100, then gave Shortfang 100, and finally handed 150 back to you. "Since we have some time, I'm going to brew up a few more potions. It looks like we're good for healing potions right now, so I'll work on some antitoxins in case we run into any poisons in there." Shortfang waddled around, weighed down by his gear, but still seemed pretty mobile. "Shortfang take nap. Still hurt from fight. Heal up!" The kobold looked to you and at your wound. "Boss patch up?"