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While everyone was doing their own thing, Nolan had been a busy bee; he first went off to gather supplies for the journey across the desert. For rations, he bought beef jerky due to it being dried out and can survive in hot heat as well last longer than most foods. It was also rich with salt, something that they will need to have in order to provide their bodies with the necessary energy needed. He also had bought four flasks of water as means to hydrate themselves should they risk heat strokes and dehydration. He also bought Arabian like robes with hoods on them as a way to keep the sun from burning their skin. The next thing he had got were the horses that they would need to traverse the desert faster than they could on foot and preserve whatever energy they would need for the fight. Nolan could only hope that they know how to ride horses otherwise someone's going to be shit out of luck. There was just one thing that was left to do. 

Heading inside another weather beaten building, Nolan looked around at what seemed to be a variety of different guns. Ranging from pistols to hunting rifles to shotguns and so forth. It was odd that something like this existed since magic weapons existed, but in a way this was much cheaper for the common folk and it was just as lethal as a lot of magic. The God Slayer approached a crusty old man with a long, fluffy gray beard and a completely shiny tan scalp. "Ah, what could I do for you young'n?" The old man said with a smile riddled with black empty spaces where teeth should've been. 

[color=00746b]"I just need some gunpowder. That is all."[/color] Nolan replied with the same lack of emotion that he had always displayed in his speech. [color=00746b]"Five bags, half a pound each."[/color] 

The old man arched his brow and his eyes moved down towards Nolan's sword Kaso. "Boy, you don't look like the kind of person that uses a gun. Why do you want this stuff if you don't even have a firearm?" The old man inquired with great curiosity. It wasn't like he didn't want to sell it to him, but he felt like he should know what his product was going to be used for in case something happens and it gets linked back to him. The last thing he wanted was to wind up in jail just for selling his product. 

It was obvious that this man was apprehensive to sell him anything and understandably so. Still, the last thing Nolan wanted to do was waste his time on a nosy old man. [color=00746b]"I'm a mage, I specialize in ash magic. Gunpowder has charcoal which consists of carbon and ash. The sulfur and saltpeter would be used to help give my magic a bit of a boost when I'm in a pinch. Is that a good enough reason for you old man?"[/color] Nolan had asked with noticeable annoyance. The old man just remained silent and gave the God Slayer what he wanted and the two were on their merry way. 

Nolan soon arrived first back in their designated spot with the fruits of his labor. It didn't take long for the others to arrive. [color=00746b]"Are all things taken care of? Any last minute bathroom breaks?" [/color] He said it in a way that may had seem like he was joking or just being a sarcastic asshole. It was hard to tell with this man.