Hearing the sounds of battle, Balin hurried over with his warhammer, but only the goblins' mangled remains were left on the ground.
"Perfect timing, Balin." Renato gathered the leather sacks the goblins had been carrying. "These dried mushrooms and jerky should come to about a hundred pounds."
The dwarf approached and removed a collar from the neck of a decapitated corpse. "These goblins were probably slaves kept in the city."
"Duergar can tame these little green monsters?" Renato asked in surprise. "I always thought goblins were about as smart as rabbits and couldn't understand speech at all."
"These greenskins aren't even as smart as rabbits." The dwarf rummaged through the dried mushrooms in a sack. "But anything alive can understand the language of violence, and those twisted Duergar are especially good at speaking it."
"Duergar?"
"The gray dwarves. That's what we dwarves call them."
Putting the dried mushrooms back into the sack, Balin nodded.
"None of these mushrooms are poisonous, and there's enough weight here... Keep them yourself."
The Adventurer's Guide popped up right on cue, awarding him 400 experience points.
Renato did not put away all the food, however. He took only one sack of jerky.
"Balin, you should take this food." Renato sounded sincere. "You've helped me so much. I don't have much on hand right now, so take these supplies for a start."
In fact, Renato's Bag of Holding, which had a capacity of five hundred pounds, already contained quite a few things, including ample white bread and cured meat.
Besides, he needed to reserve some space for emergencies. He really had no room for these bulky dried mushrooms.
At the same time, Renato could not be certain that these Underdark mushrooms really were safe. After all, he only had a surface dwarf's word for it. What