Jørmund pulled one of the bottles he had purchased for himself from his bag. He pulled the cork out and took a swig of the whiskey before passing it to Rala. It was much better fair than the cleric was accustomed to.
"Here, I do agree we might as well pass the time while we wait." He turned to the moonshiner.
"Good stuff, almost reminds me of the honey wine from home. Smokey, faint sweet notes from the grain being roasted."The clanking of armor drew Jørmund's attention. After a moment he recognized the warforged that had led the defense last night. The metal chest they carried was something of interest.
"I'll be back in a moment. I'm going to go see what is in that chest..." Jørmund told Rala as he started towards the stall where the warforged was.
"Greetings, what wares did you bring? Not often someone brings goods in a runed iron chest."