Nevin looked between the two, warriors both, clad and ready for battle. Then down at himself, dressed in his normal work clothes. He shook his head slowly, then raised an eyebrow at them.

"Well. I shall have to meet you at the gate. I was hoping to acquire company, but not to depart right this very moment. Ah, Sir Jethro, in answer to your question, anything and everything we might come across. I am primarily interested in the blood of the creatures, and you two can discuss the hides and meats. Hopefully nothing too strenuous appears in the woods, but one never knows. Now, I beg pardon, I must go get my own gear."

With that, and a bow, he slipped outside and made his way back to his shop. He hadn't expected both of them to be ready to go so quickly - he certainly hadn't expected Ezra to show up with her hammer. Still, now that he had set the ball in motion, he was not going to be the one holding the group up. So he picked up the pace, slamming into his shop and heading to gather what he needed quickly. He gathered up the bottles and headed back towards the gate.

Ezra and Jethro were both there, waiting on him already. He rubbed the back of his head and apologized. His hand tightened on his barbed whip - possibly the first time Ezra had seen the weapon, he usually kept it upstairs as he didn't often need it in Stonevale.

"So, as I said. Any beast is fine with me, I will leave the decision to you two. I just need it to have blood."