yes, with a quiver of 20 masterwork arrows.
"You're very welcome," Serbanas replies. "I make most of these for my own amusement, and sometimes profit. A few collectors on the mainland seem to think my work has merit, but I do this for my own selfish reasons of experimentation."
Brandishing the odd trident he carries, "This one is my best work so far; it's what I used to disable so many of those orcs. I plan on sneaking off into the mountainside behind the plateau and seeing if there aren't more of those wicked snipers hanging out on my island. I wanted my blade for that, so I'm glad you brought him back, Sildarin. He said you wielded him with distinction."
Serbanas begins packing a few things in a meager rucksack, some food from his pantry, a dagger, another iron fish, and dons a fine mesh armor of some kind. "My advice to you, my young students, is to do something for which you will feel personal pride, not for the Empire. I grant you the run of my home while I am gone. Take what you need from the pantry and the armory."
Serbanas waves and walks out into the courtyard, glances to make sure he isn't being stalked, then jogs toward the northern slopes.