Shem'et waited patiently for Barthem to return with her items, wondering curiously at his words about Bookie sending all young folk from town to him for supplies. So Master Bookie had given someone else some sort of task that required adventuring items. Well, it wasn't all that unusual. They were a frontier town after all and there was a lot to do to establish the township on stable foundations so that it could grow. Like this problem with the mines right now. It needed to be resolved as the Black Mines were Frontier Town's main provider of iron for trade. And even if she was to establish a second location which could provide the town with iron it would be a supplementary one at best.

	So Shem decided to do some scouting and exploring in addition to the task given to her by Master Bookie. She would try to map out the topography to the best of her abilities, which is why she had put parchment and chalk on the supplies list. She might not be a cartographer per se, but she could draw up a schematic for her and her Master's inventions. Shem'et would also need to mark the route to the iron sand deposits and input their locations on the map she intended to compile. Because the one Master Bookie had given her, though straightforward, was crude and bare-bones.

	Soon enough Barthem returned with her supplies at hand. He'd provided everything from her list and was even giving her a pouch of sling bullets free of charge. The tabaxi crafter looked at him with gratitude in her eyes. [color=DAA520]"You are too kind, Master Bartem. Thank you for the sling bullets, and yes, I would very much like to take you up on that deal for the haversack."[/color] Shem started stowing away her gear into the haversack. She opened her mouth to offer her services to Barthem if he needed anything done outside of town when the door to the shop opened with panache and a colorful individual entered.

	[b][color=red]"Hello, friends, foes, new and old!"[/color][/b]

	[color=DAA520]"Well met, stranger!"[/color] Shem'et managed to muttered in response, a little shell-shocked by the feathery appearance of the elf. And in the next moment she turned her head back to Barthem as if a spell had been lifted, ignoring completely the newcomer with a disinterest typical for felines. [color=DAA520]"Please tell me if you need something done outside the borders of the town. Since I'm going out anyway it would be no trouble and I want to repay you for your kindness."[/color] The tabaxi stated as she was handing Barthem a gem worth 10 GP as payment for her items as well as the haversack.

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