[center][color=92278f]Vivian Bloodmoon[/color][/center]

  Vivian was pleased how Catarina returned her gesture. Oh this woman is going to make a fine partner for her. If only it was just the two of them traveling together. They could have some fun right on the desert sands. She was a little aroused by the thought of it. She listened as Cat mentioned she had contact with a certain merchant before. It then dawned onto her,... was Cat a sell sword? Most would take that as a insult to honor and glory but then again those people are fools. Who cares who you use your sword for as long as you get it dirty with the blood of your opponents. Catarina was a very honorable woman judging from the kiss she returned. This was a kiss on the palm,... no on the top or on the fingers like royalty but a kiss on the palm. She hadn't felt that in ages, not even from her own kin. She tossed the thoughts aside seeing as they were not important. [color=92278f]"So your a mercenary of sorts? Is that how you obtained your armor and sword? Or are those like family heirlooms?"[/color] She wanted to know more about the swordsman though. They can discuss this on their way to her merchant friend.

[center][color=00aeef]Alexander[/color][/center]

 He was tasked with going with Elleonara to acquire supplies that they would need and then use Fordes as pack mule until they reached the stable. He did not mind helping out with this but they better help with the load. He weighs enough as it is and he was not going to put more pressure on Fordes by putting more stuff on his back. He sighed and looked to Elleonara. [color=00aeef]"Best get going then, like everyone has mentioned thanks to our brutish friend. We have little time to get going. We will need lots of water I know that. I mean the guild will probably supply us with a lot at the stables but it doesn't hurt to have some extras... maybe the merchant has some holy water too. Would come in handy if we are to fight servants of a undead god."[/color] He gave her a nod and proceeded. The large dire wolf following right behind. The towns people were still at awe of the creature. That or they were afraid as well. Which is double good for him. Right now he was compiling a mental list of stuff they would need. He wished they had a thief or rogue among them,... detecting traps was not his fortitude. Like most of the group he was a fighter. Even the magic users couldn't detect traps... well maybe the elves could but detecting them is one thing. Disarming them successfully with out causing a cave in, that is another thing entirely.

  He sighed and figured they might as well buy a kit for that as well. Unless some thief would hop down from the roofs and ask to join them out of the blue for fortune and glory. Wishful thinking as always.