Tirarian had long since pulled on her coat and headed home. First a slave market and now a Gnoll, today was eventful, to say the least. She unlocked her door, double locked it when inside. She threw her coat and hat off, unclipped her equipment and went to bed. As she snuggled, she remembered her potions left in her cart, she just didn't care anymore, not as the abyss embraced her into slumber