Conlan shrugged as he stepped over to the bed. He reached out to collect a simple wooden box from near by it.
"Sell everything. Everything that's not nailed down anyways." He glanced back toward Ordhan as he opened the box. "Maybe grab a change of clothes, any of the food I have, but for the most part…"
Con paused as he opened the box. From inside he produced a small ring with a gold band, a reminder of a time when he was still hopeful. Something he couldn't let go of, not yet anyways.
"It'll be a good long while before we're back at Amaranthine, I doubt we'll be getting any more money to fund our mission, we need to take it where we can get it." After a moment of sifting through the contents of the box for a second Con had to pause. The Wardens and their companions might not be getting any more money, the elves who would live there wouldn't have any money at all. He slumped his shoulders, and spoke without looking up.
"I suppose… I suppose I could forget some of the things here… or some of the money. I mean hey, maybe we'll run into some bandits we can get a few silvers from. And darkspawn… and wolves. Makes a man wonder… why do wolves like to eat coins and lyrium potions?"