With the aid of a nearby stream and most of a bar of harsh yellow soap, Tank manages to make himself presentable. As presentable as an unnatural hybrid of half-orc and dire rat can be, at any rate. He presents his captured loot for sale, and though the dwarves are uninterested in the whips, rope, manacles and so forth, several of the younger dwarves cannot resist the offer of cheap chainmail. None of them are willing to surrender their weapons or digging implements, but they do help Tank strip the padding off of one of the greatclubs.
As night approaches, Kargyll approaches Tank with several stout steel chains. "We dinna have a proper cage out here, but seein' as ye've got those manacles handy, we can use these chains to keep ye safely tied up fer the full moon. I'll post a guard to watch over ye as well, and if ye look to be burstin' these chains, he'll thump ye a few times - not likely, I know, but ye're a strong one, an' I'll be takin' no chances."
(ooc: assuming Tank cooperates...)
Halfway through the process of binding Tank with an absurd length of steel chain, Kargyll suddenly pauses and slaps his forehead with a meaty thump. "Well, shave my backside and call me a sheep, I've just remembered what's been ticklin' my memory since first I saw ye! Just this mornin' a group o' human lads, adventurers or summat, came lookin' fer the way through to that dark elf's crazy bazaar. I only just now remembered that they mentioned they'd a missing friend, someone who got turned into a rat! Surely that must be ye, eh?"
[sblock=loot and ooc]Sorry for the delay; I haven't forgotten you, but we're slightly ahead of the other thread chronologically, and I've been busy elsewhere to boot, so I've been stalling a bit here.
4x75g for the chain shirts is 300g, and you get a normal greatclub. However, I think I see my way fairly clear to reuniting you with the main party soon, so I doubt you'll have cause to use that greatclub.[/sblock]