[h1][center][color=beige]Kythor[/color][/center][/h1]

[i][color=beige]"Take care,"[/color][/i] Kythor called out to everyone as they left. Once he was alone, he looked at the lantern. What a curious little device they'd been given. No doubt it'd be a powerful aid to them in their search. Slinging off his backpack, he opened it and deposited the lantern and oil inside. He didn't have much to do in terms of preparation, as he'd already packed up everything that was left of his old campsite. Among everything that'd been taken, whatever had raided it apparently didn't deem it necessary to pilfer most of his "essentials" - non-perishable rations, his tinderbox, as well as a bedroll among other things. In spite of that, there were a few things he still needed to recover, including a tent. He knew he wouldn't be able to find most of what he needed here, but it couldn't hurt to try to recover some of the more easily-replaceable things.

Standing up, Kythor slung his pack back on before taking the nearly-empty mug of mead and finishing it off. He dropped the empty mug into the bowl and approached the bar, setting the bowl down onto the bar. Waving the barkeep over, he leaned on the bar. [i][color=beige]"I've got a couple of questions,"[/color][/i] Kythor said. [i][color=beige]"First, how much does it cost to stay here for the night? Second, I can't help but notice Good Mead doesn't have much in the way 'a stores and the like. Is there anyone around town who'd be willing to spare a sprig of mistletoe? Strange question, I know,"[/color][/i] Kythor added, crossing his arms, [i][color=beige]"but if there's somebody who'd be willing to part with any, I'd like to get ahold of some."[/color][/i]