"Yeah sounds like a good plan!" Finrod agreeing with Lyra, knowing the faster they get on the road, the more ground they can cover today. With a slight smile, and a nod of respect, "Meet back at The Bannard Mare when we are ready? We can head out from there!" Finrod makes his way towards the city market.

Enjoying the smells and sounds of the city, the breeze cool blowing through his hair, He makes his way back to Ysoldas stall to purchase some fresh fruits and vegetables. "Good Morning Ysolda! How are you today?" Ysolda with a smile replies "Finrod! Good to see you again! How are you?" Finrod not trying to sound rude and rushed, replies "Not bad at all! I'll be heading out of town for a little bit! Headed out west for a few days!" Ysolda looking excited at the sight of an adventure replies "Oh wow!! Sounds fun! Be safe!" With a slight smile "What can I get for you!?" Finrod replies "I'm thinking about a bag of apples, oranges, and perhaps some of those spicy peppers you grow! I can not get enough of those!" Finrod said with a chuckle. I hope Lyra is okay with some spicy food Finrod paying Ysolda, gathering the food, thanks her and heads across the market to Arcadia's Cauldron to grab a few potions.

"Morning Arcadia!" Finrod said with a pleasant tone entering the shop "Good morning Finrod, what can I get for you?" Finrod looking over at the potions behind the shelf, not wanting to carry too much at a time, replies "Just a few healing potions please!" Paying Arcadia the two exchange goodbyes.

Finrod makes his way back over to The Bannered Mare to leave some of his gold in the room, not wanting to travel with too much in case some thieves take notice of his coin pouch. Using his profound skill in alteration magic, hiding the coins left behind behind a spell in case the room is broken into, Finrod is never too careful.

Finrod makes his way downstairs to wait for Lyra, taking notice of the strange old lady still in the corner from the night he met Lyra. Who is she...? Finrod sits down at the bar and grabs a bottle of mead to relax and enjoy while waiting for Lyra.

As he sips the honeyed drink, Finrod's mind wanders to the journey ahead. He mentally maps out the route they'll take, considering the terrain and any potential obstacles they might encounter. The anticipation of adventure courses through his veins, fueling his excitement for the quest ahead. Sitting lost in his thoughts, with the bottle in hand, Finrod starts to think more about Lyra, wanting to know more about her, her past. Trying to understand his interest in her, is an internal struggle, knowing he never gets close to anyone, yet he cant help but grow closer to her. [i]What does she think of me?[/i] Finrods mind races, getting even more lost in thought...