[b][center]The Apothecary Shop[/center][/b]
	Apothecary Wylsen made sure to hand over the items to the various people that had come into the shop to aid in this venture and this seemed to put Sister Agnes at some ease. There were many people that had come into the shop asking and even talk of at least one other that would be joining. She wondered though how many would actually venture forth now that they had all the information she could provide at the time. The looks on some of their faces worried her; the looks of at least one was cause enough for concern but she was in no position to be picky right now and she figured there at least had to be some good in them to even show up.

	Some left as they gathered their things, some stayed and one even seemed to fly sudden out of a hiding hole on another. It startled the old woman slightly, not out of fear but just because it was simply not something one saw every day. “Hello Zam and hello Mortosh,” Sister Agnes said to both of them and waved back to Mortosh, not sure if she should shake his hand or not but she had a warm look on her old features. “Thank you for helping,” she said to Zam and Mortosh before addressing the few that actually still remained in the shop. “And to you all as well. I wish I had more information for you, like a place to start,” she said as she turned and sighed. Wylsen just reached out and gave the sister a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

	“Don’t worry, I am sure these folk are capable, what is it you are always telling me Sister? Have faith?” he said with a gring before turning his attention over to Vaeri and nodding. “Most welcome indeed and thank you for being here to need him. Have a safe journey,” he said before going back about his business and turned over towards the one who introduced himself as Hanzo. “Here you go Hanzo,” Wylsen said as he handed over the supplies that Sana had made sure to request for each of them. He felt kind of foolish not thinking that they would need these before she had mentioned it but at least someone had it covered it seemed. 

	“Thank you for your help Hanzo,” Sister Agnes said with a smile before looking over towards the door and wondered if anyone else was going to come in or if there was all there was this day. She would stay though just in case and remain there in the town until they returned. 

[b][center]The Inn [/center][/b] 
	Sana glanced around as she entered the inn wondering where Hugh had gotten off to; hearing his voice her head turned and she couldn’t help but chuckle at his waiving her over. It was early, the place was quiet and there were not that many people in there and yet he was calling out to her as if they were in the center of a crowded city. In Sanas mind even if they had been surrounded by people and drowned out by noise she doubted he would have had to go through so much to get her attention. He stood towering over most at six and a half feet tall in his bare feet, he was very broad of shoulder and well built, hardly one that would get lost in a crowd; but there he stood waiving her over like a big kid. She had to admit he was rather endearing when he acted like this.

	Stepping over to the table he had claimed for them by the window she placed the bottles and vials down she had collected from the apothecary before being able to give him her full attention; taking a step to him, she rose up on tip toe as she kissed him softly. “Miss me?” she teased before sitting down at the table and explaining what was going on, pulling out the rather interesting list of items they would need to recover and handing it over to him as the host brought over their food and coffee.

	“Seems we have a rather interesting group going on. Haven’t caught all of their names yet but figured would learn them on the way,” she said as she unlaced her cloak and let it fall over the back of her chair. “Not sure what to think of them yet, but guess we will find out,” she added before she took a sip of her coffee; then turning went to point out those that she had seen in the shop. “That one,” she said pointing over towards Melvus  and then turned as Tobias entered with Fiona and introduced themselves. “And those two,” she said before looking back over towards Hugh. “And of course Zack here,” she said with a smile towards him and a welcoming nod. 

	“There are more,” she said before glancing out the window. “And even one from the Oasis,” she said as she glanced towards Hugh out of the corner of her eye, wondering how he would react to hearing there was someone there from their last adventuring party.

	The host walked over to Tobias and Fiona as they entered. “Yes, what can I do for you today…Um,” the host paused as he looked them over before looking at Tobias. “I take it you’re the tramp?”

[b][center]Main Street Of Gorlton[/center][/b] 

	The small village was beginning to wake up fully; the people were going to and fro taking care of business. Some were leaving the inn after resting for the night; others were entering to get a meal. The shops were beginning to open such as the weapon smith and armor next to the apothecary and a general market the next door down. The stables were being tended to by a younger lad while an older man with a pipe leaned back and puffed on it. The town seemed to have enough to get by but if any were to check as to what was available they would find it was nothing special. 

	All weapons were the most basic as well as armors but at least the smiths did well with what they had and they could repair items if needed. The stables were rented out to people that had their own mounts but there were two horses that were for sale; again about as average as they came. The general market had dried foods, water skins, wines, cooler weather clothing, packs and ruck sacks, grooming items, rope and several other items that one would usually find in such a shop. A rather mundane town to become a victim to such a plague for the local orphanage but then again, perhaps that is why it happened there, because it was so very average and there seemed to be nothing special about it.