She scoffs, some of her worries visibly leaving her body. "The fact that you can already crack jokes is a great sign. How are they?"
I sigh, "bad. Four in the late stages of pregnancy, I wouldn't be surprised if at least eight of them are knocked up. Two totally crippled and three basically mentally unavailable, the rest can barely walk."
She shudders at my report and clutches her hand into fists. I decide to speak up to calm her nerves. "There's nothing we could've done better. For now let's focus on the present. I will keep them company while I ask you to take the valuables we choose to the hidden spot where I hid the merchant's stuff before. I don't know how the nobles are in Aldoria, but I can see a situation where they claim ownership over this lair and its contents, so we better be safe than sorry. Make sure that you leave the crates with little value to make it believable that we didn't take anything."
