"I'll gladly buy our drinks. I only like favors when other people owe them to me. Also I don't want to deplete what stores of septims you all have. Canis, I assume you can do the math while I entertain our guest," Walks-In-Light said, with a mild grin.
"Aye, captain. Let's see here..." he said, going into much deeper levels of mental math as he attempted to ascertain the amount of material this booty was worth.
"Captain, I'd estimate that we can reasonably offer about 20 ingots of the stuff, 30 steel ingots, and 40 ingots of iron for the haul sans the 'specialty meats.' Does this sound reasonable?" Canis said with an air of deference around him.
"Canis, I appreciate the formality, but calm down a little please. And yes, assuming that Brannus here accepts, I feel we should have a deal, am I wrong?" Walks-In-Light said, turning towards the tavern.
" I'm going to be a Snow Elf if I don't get out of this cold soon. I'll get our drinks. You seem like a mead type, no?" Walks-In-Light said over her shoulder to her apparent admirer as she began approaching the bar.