Artaith nods at Eponine's comments. "Aye. Looks like enough to stir up some interest from the townsfolk. At least a bit."

She stashes the decent-smelling loot in her backpack, utterly unconcerned for the weight. "Unless you want to count it out now, I'll haul it all back to Grimmsgate." Turning over her shoulder, the war priest nods to Ellie. "You still keen to take point?"