Wireth kneels down to examine the dagger, glancing up at the others. Assuming no one stops him, he picks it up.
"You've got our thanks, and we'll spread the word, Skitterfoot," Wireth calls back loudly, then jabs his chin back toward the road and raises an eyebrow to ask if the others are ready to leave and discuss things out of the strange rat creature's range of hearing.
"You've got our thanks, and we'll spread the word, Skitterfoot," Wireth calls back loudly, then jabs his chin back toward the road and raises an eyebrow to ask if the others are ready to leave and discuss things out of the strange rat creature's range of hearing.