Goodenough listened while maintaining a pleasant, interested expression when Erwin told him about the dangers in the north. He assured him that he would take that advice to heart, and it was wise words that deserved a heartful thanks. 

"Oh those potions are my old stock, and I carry those around as I do with the rest of my wares." 

it was a rather nosey question, but fortunately this Erwin was relentless in his quizzing, allowing Goodenough to pick one of the two questions and make a bigger deal out of it to evade elaborating on the others

"As for the trinkets, they were Mundanes, maybe." the merchant pinched his beard, letting the word seep deeper. "But them jewelries ain't something that can be made by a random blacksmith, good sir. And I have yet to encounter anyone in Kindeance who can supply wares with similar qualities.

He hooked his head, and for the first time, he sounded more dejected. 

"So dealers like me 'as to go farther and further to fetch our wares. And you said yourself the situations with our neighbors are not nice. Them lands being full of dangers means merchant like meself must go there with extra preparations and often take longer routes. Naturally that means me folks have to sell higher just to make even, let alone makin' any profit. I've told young lass here before that ain't taking much profit from me sales, only 20 per-cent and could be even lower if customer haggle the price or I'm feeling givin' dem a discount." 

He cleared his throat. and continued. "May I ask where you and your party's goin' Sir?"