Fendros also searched among the hunters' clothing for something suitable. There wasn't much in the way of variety, but he wasn't so picky. At least what was there was clean and appropriate for the weather. Fendros settled for a pair of brown linen trousers secured with the belt he normally wore anyway, a pair of dark boots after spending some time rummaging for a pair his size, an off-green shirt and a leather jerkin that laced up the front. Finding money was a non-issue with the previous population of the cave. He secured a purse to his belt with enough to buy the soul gems they needed, as well as something else; souvenirs or a meal or something. Just in case, he brought his sword with him if they ran into anything on the road or the streets. The last time they were there, no one recognised the crest on the hilt of his sword, so he figured it would be no problem this time around. It's not as if his family is a famous one by most accounts. Not since a century ago at least.

Ariel nodded, "Knowing what they have in stock, it shouldn't be too hard to find enough soul gems. I'm not a hunter, but there is some wildlife in these lands that may suffice." She angled her head for a moment and smiled, "I'll guess that hunting is a specialty for werewolves." Sabine turned unceremoniously to go back to the alchemical supplies and Ariel began to turn as well, "We'll see about the fire salts, then." She smiled and walked after Sabine. Meesei would likely need the space so she could work as well.

Emerging from the cave to greet the warmth of the sun, Fendros spotted Ahnasha nearby. She had found something a little more elegant to wear. He wouldn't say it didn't suit her, because he thought the dress was rather radiant in this light, but it was always very different to see her in such clothing. "I feel as if I'm underdressed," He smiled, extending his arm to reach around her own arm, "Shall we?"