On the list that Erin had handed Nathan, the first thing was indeed scotch as the girl correctly surmised. On the list was various other ales and food. On the second piece of parchment, while there were more groceries, there was also a note that read:<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><i><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'">No funny business Carl! They know the amount this is all worth! If they want more, that’s on them. But what’s on these lists will be our NORMAL price, and not a shilling more!</span></i><br/>​</div><span style="font-family:Assistant">Meanwhile, back at the tavern, Abia found herself alone while cleaning. Erin and Nathan having gone to get supplies, Victor ran off for clean clothes, and Zataire, well, who knows where he disappeared to. The silence got to be a bit dull for her, used to the loud and raucous atmosphere of her home at night. So, as she cleaned, she decided to hum a small tune to fill quiet space, grabbing a broom as she did so. Soon, she found herself dancing, just a few small sways here and there, as she swept the dust and dirt from the wooden floors.</span>