He listens, follows that train of thought. The idea comes fast given they were standing beside a dead troll; Roland looks down and gestures to the clubs laying lamely on the ground. "Get these." He says, simply, a hand waved towards the discarded weapons.

"The Arms Band can handle them so you don't need to carry it." Which he only knows since he did the same with Della, but that wasn't for sale. "Sell them as proof that you slayed five trolls. They'll get you a hefty penny for more supplies up in the mountain."

And then it occurs to Roland -

"Is that why you came back here? Are you all running low?" There's a lilt of worry at the end, too quick to jump to the gun. But that was something he was having a harder and harder time to control, these days.