Wyll plucked them carefully and set them into their bags, careful not to disturb the area around the burrow too much for the sake of the creatures living there.

"The merchants in Grey Ward seem willing to lend an ear, if you wish for me to speak to them." It was that silver tongue that got him his own blade currently hanging on his hip. A suitable substitute until he could earn enough Bones for one from home. "Granted, I do owe him a favor for it..."

Wyll nodded. "If you require the Blade for any of them, let me know. I will gladly join you."