It didn't take long for Sorren to locate a trader a block or two down the road from where his altercation with the law had occurred. What did take forever was bartering with the merchant to get a decent price on supplies and having them delivered to the tavern where the elf was to meet his newfound companions. Thankfully, Mira had restored the belongings that had been confiscated from him when he was abducted by the pirate crew, so he would be able to cover the cost of the supplies and their delivery to the tavern. He wouldn't be able to carry it all himself. He invested mostly in non-perishable foods and first aid, as well as tents and blankets. Sparhawk said that they would have horses, so being able to tote it all wouldn't be an issue. 

There was still a part of him that was debating on whether or not this venture was a good idea, if it was in his best interest to join two people, neither of whom he had too much trust in, on a dangerous errand to find an artifact that may not even exist. Hadn't he had enough excitement to last another hundred years? He was never really one for wild escapades, being a more scholarly type. However, the other half of him was all to enticed by the thought of not only being able to study the Dragon's Crown, but also to restore his missing limb after decades of learning to live without it. If such an object could possess such power, imagine all the good it could do for the rest of the world too. Or destruction, depending on whose hands it feel into. Maybe it was better that they were going to find it before anyone else did, to keep it from those who would use it for ill. At this point, he was pretty committed to accompanying the knight and the pirate. For better of for worse. 

The mage thanked the shop owner after instructing him on the delivery of the supplies, then made his way back outside. There was some time to kill before he had to meet the other two at the tavern, so he decided he would use this time to write a letter to his superiors to alert them of his new mission. It was rare that any mail correspondence was exchanged between elves, but he thought it necessary that the others know his whereabouts, should something happen. Thankfully his writing materials had not been touched by the pirates when the had confiscated his belongings upon his capture, so all that was left was to find the messenger ravens. A busy port like this surely had an aviary. He chose a shaded bench against a stone wall to write his brief note stating his whereabouts and intentions before rolling it up neatly and tucking it into his worn knapsack. He asked a passerby about an aviary and was directed back toward the docks. He would have to be careful to avoid any of the pirate crew involved in his capture, considering Mira technically shouldn't have busted him out to begin with.

Thankfully, his short walk was unhindered and void of any trouble, and he reached his destination in a timely manner. He noticed that he was receiving a few stares from people he passed, though considering he hadn't seen a single elf since he had been here, he warranted that his kind was uncommon around here, and missing limb aside, he must be an unusual sight. Being well over six feet tall and wearing strange blue robes, he didn't exactly blend in. The woman in charge of the aviary accepted his letter and payment without comment, their exchange brief, then he was on his way to the tavern to meet with Mira and Sparhawk. Hopefully the supplies were already delivered and they could be on their way promptly. He didn't want to hang out here any longer than they had to. 

Upon entering the tavern, it only took a brief survey of the room to spot the knight and the pirate seat at on of the tables. Sorren moved to join them, taking one of the empty seats. [color=A2C257]"Sorry I'm late,"[/color] he apologized, [color=A2C257]"The supplies should be delivered shortly, I believe."[/color] He hoped that the other two had been successful in their errands as well. A smooth start would be nice, considering everything that could go wrong on this quest.