[b][center]Sana[/center][/b]

	Sana looked over to Hugh and shrugged at his comment about cruelty to animals with a smile gracing her lips. “He’s lucky he isn’t breakfast,” she said in a coy voice as she sat there and watched him as he dressed, letting out a low whistle as she did. She enjoyed these little moments that they were able to steal throughout the day; even more so now knowing that once they started with another adventuring party their time alone would be cut to almost nothing. Tilting her head back as he came over to her she rose a brow and sighed happily as he kissed her forehead, her hand reaching up and running along his arm. “Alright, I will be down shortly,” she said as he pulled away and began to head to the exit.

	As he did so she rose and let the sheet drop as she turned her back to him and gathered her things to get dressed. Sana, unlike Hugh, preferred a more natural approach when it came to sleeping; at least when she knew it was only going to be the two of them. Glancing over her shoulder she a Cheshire grin graced her lips as she shook her hips playfully before hurrying to get dressed. The weather was too cold for her usual attire so she opted for some items she had picked up in their recent travels; pulling on some moderately thick and pale leggings before sliding her loose under shirt of the same color and material over her head; pulling it down and tying the laces. After which she slid on a short and dark skirt, tucking the shirt into the waistband. Sliding her boots on, she laced them up before doing the same with her corset and bracers; quickly picking up her thicker cloak and draping it over her shoulders.

	Taking a moment she wet her hair lightly and ran a comb through it before grabbing the rest of her gear and heading out the door. Walking over to Hugh she placed a soft kiss on his cheek. “Order for me will you, I am going to check out what’s going on with this notice,” she said quickly as she laced her quiver of silver arrows across her back and attaching her second set at her waist. “Should only take a minute,” she added as she darted off and out of the inn, slinging her bow over her shoulder as she did before pulling the hood of her mantle up.

	[b][center]The Apothecary Shop[/center][/b] 
	Wylsen smiled at the new comers as they began to come in and directed them towards Sister Agnes who was more than delighted to see people beginning to show up; a bright smile crossing her old features as she held a hand out to each one in turn to shake it gently. She didn’t care their ages, what they wore or what they looked like. They were there to help the children she cared so deeply for, so no matter what, they were a blessing in her eyes. 

	“Thank you so much for coming. I was beginning to worry that we might not have anyone show up,” she said as she greeted them.  She was about to continue as the soft chime of the bell above the door rang again and a woman stepped into the door, the hood of her mantle covering her face. The only things really showing was a quiver of silver arrows and a bow that were obviously elven made. Pulling back the hood of her mantle and pushing her cloak back over her shoulders revealing she was anything but an elf.  Sana popped her neck some as she looked over those that had already gathered.

	“Hope I am not late for the party,” she said as she closed the door behind her and stepped forward. Sister Agnes shook her head and extended the same greeting to Sana that she had the others and reintroduced herself. Sana smiled and shook the old nuns hand. “Sana Rawn, marksman, at your service Sister.  My apologies if I am late, I arrived late last night and the town was locked up tight. So grabbed some sleep before making my way here from the inn. My companion will be joining me as well on this,” she said as she lowered her hand from the shake.

	“Companion? Another?” Sister Agnes inquired.

	“Yes another, is there a problem?” she asked as she perked a brow. The sister once again shook her head.

	“No, not at all, I just went from thinking there would be no one to help to seeing so many and now word of yet another. It puts this old heart at rest,” she said. Sana laughed slightly. 

	“So, tell us Sister, what’s going on?” Sana asked as she crossed her arms over her chest.

	“Well, we have had an epidemic of Cinder Sickness  that isn’t responding to the usual cures and we are in desperate need of help gathering what we hope can be used to create a true remedy. We have already lost one child sadly, we hope to lose no more,” Agnes said as she sighed remorsefully. Sana shook her head as she stood there.

	“Okay, what do you need?” she asked and Wylsen stepped out from behind the counter and began to hand out the parchments with the list of items they would need. It read as follows.

[i]Tear of Eyewing
Feather of Pegasus
Claw of Hellhound
Whisker of Gnoll
Blood of Mist Dragon[/i]

	“This is not the complete list mind you but what isn’t listed there we already have. These items, well there are a bit harder to come by,” Wylsen said as he handed the sheets to the group. Sister Agnes looks nervous as he did so.

	“Wow….okay,” Sana said reviewing the paper. “I can see why you need a group. The gnolls really aren’t an issue but the rest could prove problematic,” Sana said truthfully. These were not common items from common creatures. These were rare, very rare. In all her years adventuring she had only run across half of what was on the list. 

	“You can’t do it?” Sister Agnes asked in a disheartened voice that made Sana chuckle slightly. 

	“Now I didn’t say that Sister,” she said with a soft smile and the sister let out a relieved breath.