[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]

  Satilla quickly grabbed the box and headed to follow with Thomas. There was much to be done, little time to do it and a certain sense of doom that hanged about the whole place like a pendulum of death above them. In a way she wondered if this wasn't what all those heroic ballads were about? Well she was not a hero, she only wished to survive this, help her companions and hopefully not end up with her innards hanging about the place.

 [color=bc8dbf]“No, Thomas.”[/color] Satilla replied, Skittles now running by them.[color=bc8dbf]” We should head back to the inn. We shouldn't wander about alone. We shouldn't waste valued time or expose ourselves to increased danger without need. We have what we came for more or less. Let's just regroup and start preparing the rest of what we will need.”[/color] She stated. His magic was of utmost importance as all magic was. He could probably cause extensive damage to anything thus ensuring that the rest could finish it off. Her magic was what would keep people alive... As much as she disliked that way of thinking, they were holders of important responsibilities for the upcoming events.

[color=bc8dbf] “As for the beetles... it shouldn't take too long to prepare them. Better do that when the time draws near. We will need all the light we need, no need of wasting any in advance.”[/color]