Horses, saddlebags of supplies, some camping gear... it was all basic traveling equipment, and easily obtained.  Salazaar just didn't want to take the time, so he paid the innkeeper to do it for him.  The keeper, knowing Sal as an occasional customer, but a good one, was happy to help.<br/><br/>"I don't know about you," Sal murmured to the priest, causing the other man to look up briefly from his strange hybrid book-staff, a feat of tinkering that Sal was looking forward to investigating, with the other man's permission, "but I'll be quite happy when we can actually get a move on.  It's all well and good, gathering your forces,  but I just feel we need to act, to move.  Perhaps that's the energy of the Gods coursing through me, perhaps just my own impatience.<br/><br/>They exited the inn, seeing the black-cloaked Vincent milling about in the early morning light.  The streets were still just beginning to fill, the city still waking up and getting ready for the day; by midmorning, they would be weaving through crowds, and they weren't even currently on a major street, just a large offshoot.  The Black Mage seemed to want to wander off into the city, but Sal whistled and gestured toward the stable just a few buildings down; he wanted to track down the last Chosen that was currently active, too, but he wasn't going to go without his bodyguard.  Not that he needed her, but if he was going to be paying her, he was going to get his money's worth.