Jebbo absentmindedly waves the woodsmen goodbye, then begins to pet Foolsbait worriedly. "Now, now, Foolsbait, don't y'worry, ain't nobody gonna hurt you! Ol' Jebbo ain't gonna let 'em! 'Sides, they were prob'ly jus' kiddin' anyway... they were prob'ly jus' complimentin' you on your lovely coat..." Jebbo, still scratching a content Foolsbait behind his ears, looks up and grins at his companions. "Well then, no two ways 'bout it - we'd best be off to that there Dwarven Money-stairy." Jebbo grabs his walking stick and continues along the trail, whistling a merry little tune as he does so.