"To be honest, we don't have much food to offer either. If it's furs and the like, we do have quite a lot. I wonder if you need them, miss."
The man could see that this gentle black-haired girl in a black dress was the soul of the whole caravan. Whatever she did, everyone else cooperated respectfully, and none showed impatience or dissent.
"Furs..." The girl thought that summer was approaching, and furs were not very useful. However, on second thought, there were still many people in the camp sleeping on stone slab beds, and having some furs could certainly make things more comfortable.
"Let me take a look." She nodded in agreement.
So, a few of them led Tilan and four others back to the settlement.
