"Thank you for helping us. We will do our best to stop your town from being threatened by the orcs. I hope to see you again soon." says Saslic to the strangely silent old lady.
Banelin hefts all the gear and they leave the shop. "Where's the blacksmith?" he says to Hragon, "I need a couple of axes and a crowbar." He thinks for a moment and smiles, "It might be nice to get one of the guys to carry a cask of ale up to the shack, that would make it much more enjoyable, in spite of the smell of the orcs!"
Saslic looks at Banelin, and then Hralgon, and rolls her eyes, "I don't think that will be necessary!" she mutters.