Rekugin closed his eyes as his chest throbbed with pain. Holding the breastplate to his chest he moved his hands over the warped surface. [color=7ea7d8]‘Dammit this is gonna cost a bit to fix up.’[/color] Hearing Rask starting to speak Rekugin glanced up and sat up a bit straighter. While listening to Rask, his mind started whirring with thoughts. [color=7ea7d8]‘Sayamir Pass treasure, that’s a myth. He can’t be going after that…..Well I haven’t gone there yet, maybe He is there.’[/color] Looking around at the other people sitting around the table Rekugin he saw that they were all listening intently. Well except for the big Gothi, he was grinning like a madman. Refocusing on Rask, he heard the strict rues his face twisting into a grimace. [color=7ea7d8]‘Meh I'm used to that. Can’t be worse than Krasus…Wait  fifteen percent cut, that is good, better than  Krasus and the Vultures.’[/color] Rekugin’s face cleared up as he heard this. [color=7ea7d8]‘A horse for every man, even better. I wonder where he gets all this money from. Sword lessons. I wonder how good he is with a blade.’[/color]
[color=fff200]“Sign here.”[/color] Looking at the scrap of paper, Rekugin reached over and scrawled his name on the paper. Closing his eyes again as he leaned back against his seat. CLANG looking down he saw the pouch of coins hit the breastplate. Nodding at Rask, Rekugin spoke his thanks.

Getting up with a groan Rekugin lifted up his bow and his breastplate. Going via the corner he had stood in to pick up his bag and sleeping roll he staggered over to and up the stairs. Reaching the bar he slumped on a barstool [color=8882be]“Whiskey, lots of it please.”[/color] Gulping down the first one without even tasting it, he could feel it burning down his throat. And into his stomach His second one he spent a bit longer but not too much. After a couple more drinks, until the pain died down in his chest. Rekugin woke up with a start, [color=8882be]“I must have fallen asleep.”[/color] Mentally berating himself Rekugin got up and paid for the drinks. Taking a few swerving steps to the door he fumbled to open it and stepped out into the busy street. It was dark. [color=7ea7d8]‘I was in there for a while!’[/color] He gulped in the colder air as he thought about what he needed for a trip like this. He knew he needed a blacksmith, or an armourer. Following his ears, he turned and walked toward sound of hammers and clanging. It might of looked weird anywhere else at anytime, a fully robed black figure with a bag, bow and breastplate. But here Rekugin seemed part of many nocturnal figures going around there business. As he walked he tried to figure out who Rask was. [color=7ea7d8]‘There’s the gold, so he's either got a benefactor, but he doesn’t seem like the man who would work for somebody else, or he’s rich, but with that much gold. Either a criminal or a noble. The sword lessons, that’s a noble thing. But still, what would a noble be doing looking for gold. He could just send men to do it for him.’[/color] Giving up his quest to figure out his new mysterious leader, Rekugin walked through the cold night air thinking about what he needed.

Rekugin staggered into the apothecary wearing a new breastplate. It had been easier to sell his battered one for scrap and by a new one. It had only cost him 100 of the gold coins he had been given by Rask. Placing his pack on the ground a loud groan he whipped his head up as a dwarf lady came out of the back, [color=ed1c24]“My name is Cloenna, welcome to the shop. What do you want?”[/color]
[color=8882be]“I need medicine, herbs, and some healing please.”[/color] Pulling off his hood the lady stepped back seeing someone so young. Maybe it was her maternal instincts but Rekugin soon found himself sitting on a stool with his shirt off and Cloenna prodding the bruises around his chest. [color=ed1c24]“Where did you get these from?”[/color] When he told her it was in a fight with a Gothi she tutted and told him to wait as she prepared a paste. She placed the paste on his chest and wrapped it up in a large swath of bandages. As she worked she managed to weedle out of him that he was going up Sayamir Pass. As Rekugin put on his shirt and armour on he heard Cloenna drawing things from jars and wrapping them. [color=ed1c24]“I have got you some basic medicine, some herbs for energy and warmth and a few healing magic items, but use them for serious injuries. Don’t waste any! There is also a jar of paste. You must apply the paste once again in 2 days and once more 3 days after that.”[/color] Paying the gold required, and a bit more, Rekugin listened to more instructions, while he put the herbs and medicine into his bag, from the dwarf lady before stepping out once again onto the street.

Rekugin went to the bowyer next. Buying a doeskin case from him to protect his bow he also stocked up on a supply of glue, points, bowstrings and tools. He knew that in the cold some arrows might warp and his bow had to be protected when not in use. While paying Rekugin asked if there was a furrier in the town, finding out there was he packed his bags and set off. Entering the store with his nose shrivelled in disgust at the smell, Rekugin managed to negotiate a decent price for a new fur-lined sleeping roll. He ended up not buying new gloves and boots, the ones he had on now were well made. They had served him well even in the cold nights of the plains. Leaving he looked up at the dark sky. Guessing by how the stars were fading he figured that it was two hours, maybe more or so till dawn. Rushing now, he barged his way, through a crowd of fisher folk, to a general store to buy other items. Getting smoked meat, hard cheese, and skins of water attached them or placed them in his bag. He lifted it and could felt how heavy it was. He got a few more things like some cheap skins whiskey and even a small skin of wine. 

Heading out of the store he saw the eastern sky lighting up slowly. There was perhaps a hour left till dawn. Hurrying towards the west gate Rekugin spotted an alley, he had passed through before. Going down he entered the last shop that he wanted to visit. It was a small dinghy shop with a moth eaten curtain as the entrance and a small sign, of a red leaf with black spots on it, nailed above the curtain. As he entered through the curtain, a hooded figure dressed in a grubby robe came from an alcove. Rekugin asked for a piece of paper and wrote three words onto it. Pulling out the rest of the pouch of coins he handed them to the man with the scrap of paper.

Exiting the shop a while later Rekugin slipped two small vials and a small container into one of the pouches on his belt. Lugging his pack onto his back, he hurried over to the western gate as the last stars faded and the sky became brighter.