[h3]The Hunter's Dream[/h3]
“I have eleven bullets left, which should be plenty,” Gerlinde shrugged. “And yeah, I still have that bit from the lightbeast. I should probably get around to using it; if Arrayah does start throwing around arcane attacks...” But then Gerlinde stopped herself and her eyes suddenly widened as a fiendish grin spread across her face. “I could catch and store them... or I could do the same with one of your attacks, Ophelia. Ah, but that's for another time; Snakey can only hold one thing at a time, and it'd be a shame to waste such powerful healing.
As for vials...” Gerlinde checked her pouch. “I have three left.”
Torquil also checked his bag. “I have four, and this weird potion I don't know what does.” He pulled out a blue elixir and showed them. “It just showed up, like the paper.”

To Ophelia's last question, the Shopkeeper somewhat lowered their head and turned away. But the doll answered nevertheless: “The Shopkeeper wants to say that they cannot help with that, but I am at your service, good Hunter. As is my purpose, you may use me as you wish. I am but a doll, after all.”