The comments made while he was nearby stayed at the back of Kistal's mind while he worked. He served the pompous and prejudiced woman her meal. He then turned off his equipment and took his leave of the inn as the supper hour was done. The satyr meandered around the neighborhood, ruminating on the comments from the regulars. It gave him a very good reason to leave town and seek some adventure. It would take him to Kalla, which wasn't too far. Perhaps he could find some new profession to take up. He eventually made his way back to the inn and went in, pulling the bartender aside. After explaining his thoughts and situation, the barkeep basically said he could go. After all, Kistal wouldn't stay away forever. He would still come back and make sure to restock the alcohol for the barkeep.

Satisfied that he could always come back, Kistal left to his home. Inside, he grabbed his spear and other equipment. Then, he took some of his savings to a stable. There he bought an oxen and a sturdy cart. Then, he stopped by the supply store he used for barrels, casks, and other materials for booze. He grabbed and prepared the ingredients for a barrel of wormwood absinthe, a barrel of beer, a few casks of various wines, a barrel of vodka, and two casks of scotch. Then, he loaded the rest of the cart with feed and rations to last him the whole trip to and from Kalla. Once satisfied, despite it being nearly midnight, he set off on the road towards Kalla, taking casual swigs from one of the six bottles of absinthe he brought along from his personal stash.