She looks toward the bugbear's ill-gotten loot. "But let's see if those crates hold anything useful. That chest, too. Anyone good with locks? What about you, Sunny?" She hobbles over and starts picking through the crates.
"Huh, Blue Lion," she says. "This is the brand of Lionshield Coster. They're a merchant company based in Yartar, they import goods to settlements in this area, Phandalin included. I pray we find a potion in here..."
She searches the crates and tries to think of any reason why the dwarves were not forthright about who they're working for.