[color=bc8dbf][center][h1]Satilla Valen[/h1][/center][/color]

[center][color=bc8dbf]Location:[/color]  The Apothecary. 
[color=bc8dbf]Interacting With:[/color]  The Merchant of Menace (shopkeeper), Thomas. [/center]

 Thomas was acting sort of strange at the moment, but right now Satilla really didn't have time to concern herself with that. There was this whole danger of undead that was hanging above this whole city like some giant guillotine, waiting to drop on them any moment now and take them to the not nice embrace of undead. Because it only made sense that anyone killed here wouldn't be allowed the nice embrace of eternal rest, their bodies would be used to restore the forces of whomever was doing this. Who knew maybe even their spirits would be imprisoned for some nefarious purposes. Everything was possible and especially the evil things.[color=bc8dbf]” It would be nice if people want to learn something ,right?”[/color] Was her hurried reply to his mention about people watching them during experiments of alchemical nature.

 [color=bc8dbf]“No, I don't have anything I want to buy right now. We'd better get going, don't want to be late right?”[/color] She asked him with a smile, reading to head off back towards the inn.[color=bc8dbf]” Thank you for the help. I will definitely come to buy more things in the future if I'm ever in the area again.” [/color]She said to the apothecary with a smile non the less. She had her suspicions, but it didn't mean she couldn't be polite towards the man. He did supply a good amount of healing items when stock everywhere else was non existent.[color=bc8dbf]” Alright, let's go, Thomas. We've plenty to do and little time.”[/color]