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"I lost a woman I care for...." Jerrard frowns, standing to follow the dwarf, "Drinking might actually be a good plan " he grins

Locky gives Ulster's arm a little squeeze, her face suddenly serious. "I'd be afraid of me too... I really would." Her face changes seconds later to the happy go lucky kender. Grasping the man's arm she skips out of the shop like a child.

Locky and Babushka head back to the inn so the latter can make her new footwear. At the same time, Fikod and Jerrard head to the store the girls just left. They find Ulster there, holding half a score of arrows, and looking rather disturbed.

Meanwhile, Thuskar shrugs and says to Imani, "Well, what can I say? We're both pretty messed up. Actually, I think the whole group might have issues. None of us seem to be capable of a normal relationship."

"Ulster?" Jerrard asks the warrior, "What happened?"

Locky skips back to the inn, looking a little worried, would the party always be reminded of her killing Jeremy?

Fikod sidles up beside Jerrard, cocking his head to get a better look up at Ulster. "Why he's spent his last steel on arrows before realizing he's got no bow!" The dwarf chuckles, good-naturedly. "Ye humans always so hasty, serving the lager before its time."

"As far as I know, I am the only one that has been in a relationship, but it wasn't exactly the best relationship," Imani admits. "Matter of fact, I don't think I would have called it a relationship." Imani shakes her head with a small sigh, then smiles to Thuskar. "Thank you. You should go pick up some supplies that you might need for the trip out of here."

"Thank you Ulster." Jerrard comments, taking the arrows from the warrior. "I am worried, are you well? Do we need to get to Locky to look at you?"

"Fikod and I were looking for some drink, for the road." He adds.

"Huh?" Ulster asks. "Oh, right. Here you go," he says, handing the arrows to Jerrard. "No, no. I'm fine, really," he insists.

Looking around, it appears that the only alcohol this store carries is elven wine.

A few short moments later, Imani and Thuskar arrive at the store, as well.

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Ulster hands 10 sheaf arrows to Jerrard.

"As long as you are." he says patting the man on the shoulder, "Are you done?"

Grumbling sourly, but with a grin on his face, Fikod purchases four skins of wine and somehow manages not to accuse the merchant of being a thieving elf-sympathizer.

"Plan on drowning your sorrows?" Imani asks, looking to Jerrard and Fikod with their choices of wine. Not that she didn't blame either one of them for the time being, but she had to comment on it all the same.

"Is it that obvious?" the mage asks with a shrug, "Do we need rations too? Babuskha can only do so much." He adds, checking out the store, "How were they with Locky Ulster?"

(Yes I have noticed, we trust people who like Locky, that's strange. written from a hospital bed!)

Fikod purchases four skins of wine from the elven merchant while Ulster looks blankly at Jerrard. "How was who with what now?"

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Fikod buys 4 skins of elven wine for 5 STP each, a total of 20 STP. He is now in Heavy Encumbrance.

"You were worried that they would treat Locky the same as the other Elves, I am assuming they didn't." He says calmly, "Do you plan to drink ALL of those my friend?" He asks, grinning at the Dwarf.