Eh Steora Star-bright! I am a clever lass! I sold five old helms today! Two to the sour faced armor smith in the northmen camp, and three to a grim old giffer, tall as a house and face like an arguement gone wrong, for nine bits o' silver. heh. they were horrible things too.
Got most o' 'em offen these dead goblins i found. Some lad had stuck 'em good - an' good fer him I say. I got the arrows out o' them too, grey fletched, nice bit of work. 'Wine might make sommat out of 'em.
The old giffer took the goblin helms and that other one I...ah ... found. best to have rid o' them affore Bawde and the others started asking. and now.. feh... now Bawde can stop lookin' at me like a dog eatin' grass, all sour .. I got all them silver pennies - I do pay me way whatever he says!
