[A generous offer. Or it would be, if Azula had any faith whatsoever in the actual quality of the merchandise that had been pawned off on these gullible idiots.

She casts a critical eye at the contents of the bag that have been dumped on the ground. Tactical knife, cheap and shoddy. Rope, flimsy. The backpack and the food are probably the only things of use at all. Oh, and the camp lighter is probably functional, she supposes, but she's... got that covered.]

I'll... decline the generous offer. Maybe some other fools will get some use out of it, before they faint too far out for me to bother.

[And with that, she's walking back toward the city, none too slowly. Better hurry if you want to keep up, Yoojin.]