A wise man asks questions before embarking on a trade. The rest of this place may have ignored the goblin and his hired muscle for now but they really should have thought to make an ally of him instead. Hazel thinks so, at least. Her smile is coy but clearly pleased with the query.

"Two boxes, each holding eighteen sixteen ounce jars of preserved food. One fruit, one vegetable. Two boxes dried and smoked meats, one venison the other fish. Two jars of rendered fat for added calories, properly sealed. Three bags. One rice, one flour, one dried legumes." Repeat for each and every cache Hazel has stashed around the Nexus and well.

She is very good at her job.