"I don't have any need for their weapons, and I doubt we could get the Orc out of the armor, but if we are going to a smith, and one who fights against the Shadow at that, then he may know of a use for them. Food, water, armor, and weapons. We could stuff it all into the backpacks." Tozin absently hefts one of the Orcish blades and eyes the large pile of steel scales and blades.