"Hmmm...tell you what. I'll take the flask. I'm curious why you think it is worth so much. And I can find a healers kit some other time. I hope my back doesn't kill me in the meantime."
The dwarf keeps going through the market, looking for other good deals and haggling on each of them with gusto. He grumbles frequently, offers to help even more often and in general asks about the health of the last several generations of human(oid)s he meets and recognizes.
OOC: I will need some pots and pans, a rope, a tent, and such mundane camping gear. I will also spend some money on food for me and the animals