[ His nod is not audible, but he's too distracted to notice and verbalize it.

There's a distant thud, a creak. His raider cousin is not one he trusted so much as to send them off to check on the island without him present. ]

Some of it is dangerous. [ Half the impetus for storing it on an island to begin with. Harder for (relatively) innocent looters to stumble on. In theory. ] Some of it is—I don't know if one of you should warn the Provost that I am bringing a few crates back to the Gallows.

[ Or ask her permission. Whatever. ]