Skarra looked at the thief before swinging his hand and grabbing the pouch from her.
"I will take this to him, for I do not trust you near the Dwarf's cart. I am not being payed for naught" he noted as he checked the pouch and turned to see the cart leaving with most of the assembled group. The Centaur gave another glance at Cia before giving a loud groan and rushing after the cart. While he was on his way, he still checked his belt so that he had everything he should.
"Eldir" Skarra called out as he approached and threw the pouch. The elven bard managed to only just catch the pouch and looked inside, a mile appearing afterwards on his lips. The bard looked back towards the thief.
"We could use you on our trip. If you want a safe trip to Stonehaven or Port Jasper, come with us" the bard shouted to the thief while sitting on the back of the cart, on top of the crates.
"Our posturings, our imagined self-importance,
the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe,
are challenged by this point of pale light.
Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark.
In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves."
- Carl Sagan