*Quenton starts dumping all his bags out on the floor in a corner of the Bullseye for sorting and making room for souveniers. He scratches his head with one hand while the other is on his hip and he looks over the pile in front of him*
Ok, let's see, what will I absolutely need for this trip? Well I certainly need Ajympha, cause Chimes gave it to me and it does a great job of whacking trollocs and what not. Gotta have my yew short bow cause Charm made it and I always like to think that makes it better than any bow ol' Sehky could make... gotta bring my wierd gnomish buckler cause it works like a champ! OH WAIT! *he frantically opens a pouch on his belt and sighs with relief after looking in* Oh good, still got my four leaf clover!
You know what? *he says to himself as he looks over the pile of picks, various gemstones, stirge feathers, multi colored bottles of unlabled tinctures and so many other things you'd never imagine anyone having*
I'd better just take all of it!
*He stuffs everything back in his bags and then announces to the room as if everyone was paying attention to him*
OK I'm all set! Let's get going already!
*Daniel gathers his things and hurries to Center, muttering the whole time* I must not be late!
*Vrebel hangs out near the Bulls Eye bar with a mug of ale that he makes sure stays well fed. In betweeen gulps he plays darts muttering out various incoherent names as his dart strikes its spot. Some close by that are well travelled may understand a few of them as far off places heard in rumours.*
A missive from Ferrit reaches a red-coat deep in tavern territory on Alindor. Tapping the vellum against one dark cheek, the man finishes an ale that lost its froth months before it was unkegged and moseys loosely into the sun.