Septus nods and puts his arms behind his back "Smart. I'll go get us the horses, supplies and get our weapons blessed. I take it you still prefer the crossbow?" The two leave the large building the same way they entered it and go each their separate ways. "In an hour at the Fountain of Light." He points at a fountain in the middle of a nice ornamented square. Then he walks off.

First stop was the quartermaster. This wasn't going to be fun because the man handling the supplies didn't like Septus very much. Rickard was usually the one getting the supplies, but he was busy with his damned dogs.
He enters the warehouse and walks up to the counter. Behind is a young man in his twenties. His faces turns into a storm as he sees it's Septus. "Need more supplies to murder some villagers?" Septus rolls with his eyes and explains the situation as best as he can and is allowed. "Look, I know we don't see eye to eye. Just give me the supplies I need. We're going to the Blasted Lands and I would like to survive longer then a day there." The eyes of the man behind the counter widen. "Y-You're going into the Blasted Lands? Well, take all the supplies you need then. Just make sure you die there." The Inquistior simply sighs. "I need some food rations, rope, map of the area, crossbow bolts tipped with Holy Iron and silver, tinderbox, holy water, wooden stakes, couple flasks of Promethean Fire and two sleeping bags. Think you can get all that to the stables within the hour?" The man writes it all down on a piece of paper and nods. "Sounds to me you're going to wage a war there, but whatever. We'll get it to the stables." Septus thanks the man with a nod and leaves.

The armory, a separate building only looks nice from the outside. Inside it's all dark and gray. Mainly because it's also here that most weapons are crafted. Luckily Septus already had a sword. He just needed to pick up a crossbow and look for a [i]Telum Priest[/i]. He walks up to one of the smiths and makes his request. It doesn't take long before a crossbow is brought from the back. Septus takes the crossbow with another nod and then proceeds to the Priest. The priest was usually walking up and down the building, blessing all the different components that were used to create the Inquisitions weapons. Septus luckily finds the man rather fast and walks up to him. "Brother Tundril. I require your blessings for these weapons. Me and my companion are going on a dangerous mission, and we would feel a lot safer if we knew our weapons held the powers of the Holy Fire." Brother Tundril was an old man. Probably three times older then Septus. He doesn't say anything and simply waves his hands around Septus who is holding the weapons in his arms. Then the priest simply turns around and walks off. It seems that was all that was needed.

At the stables of the Inquistion, Septus picks up two healthy steeds. He wasn't really an expert on horse breeds, so he just took whatever the stable boys gave him. Luckily the quartermaster had held his word, and all the supplies were brought to the stables. The stable boys packed up the horses and Septus led them to the Fountain where he waited for Rickard. He looks up at the church tower. "Hm... Did that in 42 minutes. Nice."