"I underestimated the tenacity of these cultists. Willing to attempt to kill their assigned target along with me and Aria in the midst of a city. Seems we'll have to make do with what we got." Cronic said, going upstairs to grab his sword and making a quick trip to and from Arcadia's Cauldron to A: Retrieve his Coat, and B: Grab a few healing potions.

With his gear retrieved and his sword at his side now. Cronic stopped in front of the Odd Jobs store to look at Aria and their client. 

"Make any last minute preparations you can, and meet me at the Stables. Time is money afterall, and we need plenty of both." Cronic said, going inside to grab his massive bow, not wanting to leave it behind since the door got blasted off it's hinges, and made his way to the stables, having the bow slung diagonally across his chest and back, yet was carrying it like it was weightless.

"Not gonna have time to get Horses set up just in case there's a second wave inbound, so we'll have to rely on the next best thing." Cronic said, as he approached the horse drawn carriage, and began arranging the journey with the Driver.