Sebastian swayed as he walked through town towards the entrance to the Forrest in this level, were he had heard claims of a high level fighter fitting her description. He sighed this was on of the last leads he had, perhaps his pilgrimage was false like the game. Having second doubts like always the boy pulled up his inventory to a large quantity of how made meads, ales and other drinks. Picking up brewing in his training the boy had fitted almost all his inventory with potions and drink. Gulling at a high speed the boyclosed his stockpile and continued walking. "I'm about sick of all your running mason show yourself" the boy said walking again.