[h3][color=bedded][b][center] Thomas Richard Harrison [/center][/b][/color][/h3]
[center][indent][color=bedded][i]Location:[/i][/color] The Crossed Swords, then the Apothecary.
[color=bedded][i]Interacting with:[/i][/color] Kyra, Satilla, the Merchant of Menace (shopkeeper). [/indent][/center]

Well, Only one directly answer the question. Sure it was a longshot, but Sana was generous enough to entrust Thomas with some funds towards ingredients and reagents. [color=bedded]"Oh thanks Sana, I'll try and see if they have anything. If not torches should work too if we place them tactically and all."[/color] Grinding the last of the powdered silver for Satilla who mused over the amounts of silver unbeknownst to Thomas. They did end up with a bit of extra, probably enough to plate a weapon with silver. A smart idea as Sana and Kyra pointed out, even Satilla threw in a weapon and Keystone threw in a pair of mean looking gloves. Practically everyone was silvering, to which Thomas briefly considered the benefits of silvering his knife, but given his lack of combat efficacy with a blade, he might just end up stabbing himself with a silvered tip in combat. As such pulling out a few Silver coins of his own, the sorcerer added to the pile of silver to be melted down, plus a probably scrap silver fee for the smith's work. Artisans did after all deserve fair pay, assuming they were still around in an undead mobbed hamlet. It was nice that Satilla offered to join, she could learn a few things about the unnatural elements used in alchemy, well unnatural in the sense they didn't grow in a forest. [color=bedded]"I'd be more than happy to have you join me Satilla." [/color] Wait, was that too strong? Maybe he should invite Cyne too? Although the druid just offered to help Keystone with practical fashion. And it seemed Satilla didn't seem like she approved anyways, alchemy over herbalism it seemed, Thomas over... Uh wait... A slight pause before Thomas awkwardly blinked his eyes trying to reset and recover [color=bedded]"Okay then, we'll be back in bit!"[/color]

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The bell above the door rang, a jingle, a little song played for the proprietor to gleefully rub his or her hands with glee. Profits to be made today, or perhaps if they had felt short-changed by Satilla and Kyra earlier, now would be a time to gouge a young wizard. Or at least that was what Thomas looked like, a wizard, with his satchel slung over a shoulder his robes, that boyish look in his eye like a kid in a candy store as he entered to examine the stock. Remember children, alchemical unguents, though some are pleasant smelling, are more often than not rather toxic to health. Yet there was a bit of disappointment to find the shelves more empty than full, as reasonable as it was to find an attacked town depleted of supplies.

[color=bedded]"Hello? I'm looking for a few things. Namely 100 grams of purified white phosphorous, a grindable crystal, 50 grams of yellow sulfur, and the same amount of saltpeter. Oh and a fire scarab carapace. Or if you have something that might work similarly to the last thing on my shopping list. Maybe a fire beetle? Not sure on how a substitution will work."[/color]