[hr][hr][h3][b][i][center][color=a187be]Kyra [/color]& [color=82ca9d]Sana[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h3]
[center][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] Cross Swords Tavern (Sana finally inside) - Apothecary (Kyra inside, Ash outside)
[b][color=a187be]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Various 
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	Sana knew Keystone didn't want to cook anything right then and would rather just stay at the table but that hadn't stopped her from asking. She knew the man knew how to cook, she had eaten in the village before she had found him and Kyra north of the town, and she knew she wasn't going to stomach anything else from this place. At least not if she could help it. Why he had agreed to it she didn't know, but then again she didn't care. As long as she got food. She hadn't been able to swallow anything solid for days and even water had been an issue. Though she had managed to remain hydrated her stomach was letting her know in no uncertain terms that if she didn't get something in there soon it would quit and sue for separation. 

	[color=82ca9d]"Why I want you to cook! I won't want my food to weigh ten pounds a fork full!"[/color] Sana said quickly before looking over towards the barber dwarf and getting the sales pitch. She had to give him this. He was insulting just enough to make most feel self conscious but jovial enough to make you go okay, well probably most people. The whole looking pretty thing Sana had to question. Her hair was always everywhere, it really hadn't been a big thing for her to worry about, why she kept it cropped shorter. Her big thing were the scars along her throat, neck, chest, back, and arm. There was no amount of grooming that could take care of that. The last person she had been close to had walked out of her life soon as she became scarred. It probably wasn't why he left but it had left a bad taste in her mouth to say the least.  

	[color=82ca9d]"After I eat, bathe, and get some sleep, then maybe."[/color] Sana shrugged a bit, she wasn't against the idea but food, scrubbing her skin, and sleeping where at the top of her list right then. She would have suggested Keystone but she doubted the dwarf could do anything for him. Keystone kept shaved, both head and face. Smirking she glanced back over towards Nor. [color=82ca9d]Too bad my [i]friend[/i] Shela isn't here. She'd probably take you up on it. That is if you could get her to hold still and keep quiet long enough,"[/color] she commented with a chuckle thinking back to the last time she had seen the woman. [color=82ca9d]"Sundered Dwarf, woman could use a comb more than I could right now."[/color]

	Over at the Apothecary Kyra was dealing with the shop merchant. The man went slightly slack jawed when Kyra had said she didn't want to be ripped off, even more so as Satilla started out with her version. Clamping his jaw shut he swallowed slightly and nodded. "Alright, just a moment," was all he said before stepping into the back of the shop behind a curtain. Kyra just rolled her eyes before leaning against the counter and looking around. the place looked half bare, which wasn't surprising to her after the conversation she had had with the towns constable. Attacks made healing a bit more needed. 

	Pushing off the counter Kyra got to looking around what was there. She hadn't gone through many of personal supplies during the journey but she figured getting a few more items wouldn't be a bad idea. Her fingers ran along the shelves; there were some linens, needles and bobbins of thread, splints, some minor healing potions and general poison remedies. Nothing grand but it was something. 

	Coming out from behind the curtain the shop keeper was carrying a rather large box. Inside it was various dried herbs, flora and fauna, pieces of dried animal parts that Kyra had to assume served some purpose. Glass jars; some empty with corks in the top, others filled and seals in various colors. The colors ranged from clear to black, shades were weak to bright. There were powders, salves, and so forth. Seemed he was rather well stocked. Well perhaps in variety but not in amount. One to two of most items. 

	"This is the majority of the higher end stuff that I have left, the local militia took most of it," he said as he set the wood crate down on the counter. 

	[color=a187be]"Took? Most say purchased."[/color]

	"Yeah, well when coin isn't exchanged, I don't."

	[color=a187be]"Fair enough."[/color]