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.
