Aldin seemed a bit flustered as he was handed the bag of conconcoctions, but dutifully tied it to his belt, safely under his armored jacket regardless. "[color=8882be]Right. To be sure, is this a manner of prevention or cure?[/color]" He asked, before shaking his head. "[color=8882be]And I should probably be off either way. I'll be in once we finish our task, but I'll trust your capable hands to help my mother's condition.[/color]" Aldin bowed deeply, before turning. He wasn't used to the formalities of the situation, nor to the idea of a medicine woman, but he also knew that, undoubtedly, he was ignorant. "[color=8882be]Thank you very much, Miss Gardner.[/color]"

So, the swordsman started retracing his steps back towards the entrance, though he had a sneaking suspicion he would be getting lost in the maze of a place the tower was. As he walked, he took a small mental inventory, but, turning a corner, he was met face to face with a behemoth who doubtless would have had him drawing arms were not already familiar with it as one of the others of his group of inductees, one Tilnak. [@ReusableSword]

"[color=8882be]Ah, we meet again,[/color]" Aldin spoke, doing his best to be polite, though he was still feeling a bit on the wrong foot, if for an entirely different reason with this one. "[color=8882be]I presume you're here to prepare for your own tasks?[/color]" The truth was, fast as Aldin had moved, he had no idea who else was working which missions.