Like most of the people he's chatted with, his fishing gets him nowhere. Perhaps out in the open like this isn't the best place to hope for people to confess they're on hunt for something more illicit, especially not to a stranger, but he has to start somewhere.
"Mmhmm. A lot more trinkets than one would expect in an encampment filled with temporary inhabitants," He observes, turning his attention from the dagger back to her, "I hadn't expected to find much more than armor, weapons and basic supplies."
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"Mmhmm. A lot more trinkets than one would expect in an encampment filled with temporary inhabitants," He observes, turning his attention from the dagger back to her, "I hadn't expected to find much more than armor, weapons and basic supplies."