"It's enough to get some new equipment and not go hungry for a month- that's how much!" Shula replied. The man smiled, folding his hands together. The situation was almost enough to make Shula forget about how tired and emotionally exhausted she was.<br/><br/>"Do we have a deal then?" Jack asked, an unsettling toothy grin spreading across his face.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>They didn't talk much that night. Shula didn't want to. She didn't want to explain or feel or acknowledge how relieved she felt that she was close to Fealan even though she knew she shouldn't. He was awful. No amount of sympathizing or knowing what had happened to him would change that. The dragon was happy to finally get some decent rest in a bed once again. The tension was tangible as she passed Fealan. She went to go buy supplies, funded by the money Thomas had supplied her. It wasn't much; just some food and a more decent pair of clothes for her. They'd moved on to the next town already and the woman had left Fealan at some bar (with a limited amount of booze money) to wait on her.<br/><br/>The woman stood alone in the market place, thinking to herself that a dress was the last thing she'd like to be caught in during a fight. She still felt a little disconnected from her situation, like it still was a dream. She rubbed her eyes, looking over the racks of the stall to make sure she didn't need anything else. A pair of pants and a shirt was draped over her for arm, the only thing sticking out of the overly large cloak she'd taken.<br/><br/>As she was walking she spotted a stall full of cloaks. Shula hadn't taken into account what time of the year it was, she was so used to being in the human realm she forget season's didn't line up anymore. Thinking about it the woman realized the air had been a bit nippy and the wind was cold. Late fall was already settling in. Shula walked up, looking at some of them. Although a bit pricey they were a fairly good quality, durable material that had a softer lining on the inside. She had no trouble picking one out for herself. Another caught her eye though; a dark blue one that had a small silver button that held it closed. For a moment she thought it would probably be a good one for Fealan.<br/><br/>Sighing she mentally debated over whether or not she should buy it for him before begrudgingly pulling out some more coins and bagging it up. She figured she<i>did</i>owe the man at least an apology and between the two of them she figured she would have to be the first to say it. She made her way back, locating Fealan fairly easily as the bar. She shoved the bag in front of him, not looking at him as she adjusted the satchel slung over her shoulders.<br/><br/>"We need to get a move on if we want to make it in a reasonable amount of time." She quipped.