“That’s true. I stopped by and checked on them, they said they should be ready to leave by tomorrow after the repairs are done. I suppose we ought to introduce Shortfang to them as well.” With all the blood out, Pylia hung up your robe to dry in the sun. Shortfang’s head popped out from his borrow to speak. “We buy supply? Long trip, need food, and potions!” Pylia nods. “Suppose we could look around the traders for gear. Unlike Cassari, the traders here cater to adventurers, so they have a much greater variety of equipment for us. I’ll admit I could use a better weapon myself, this Dagger is useful but I need to find a decent mace or staff.” Crawling out from his hole and shaking the dirt off Shortfang nods. “Shortfang needs armor! Shortfang also needs money... Uh, Shortfang will follow?”