Brand was glad that no one seemed to notice his destruction of public property. At least, no one had spoken up about it. Gladly he stepped further away from the statue and closer towards the others, mind half on the situation at hand, and half on lemon drops.<br/><br/>Heâ??d kill for lemon drops right now.<br/><br/>Inconspicuously, he tried to reach into his front pocket to see if he had any left from the last town they had been in. His hand, sadly, came out empty.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000"><i>â??Darnsâ?¦ hmâ?¦ maybe the packsâ?¦?â??</i></span>the blonde pondered, tearing his gaze away from Valen placing his hand on Ariochâ??s shoulder. He swung his side back to the front and began to rummage through it, shoving away the supplies he had for himself.<br/><br/>Two flasks of water, an extra pair of breeches and shirt, a book, a toy yellow duck, a yarn ball, a ball of wrapped rice, some dried fruits, and a Dragon Scale pedant that he could have sworn Ranis gave him.<br/><br/>So she was asleep when he came into her room. Technicalities~<br/><br/>But after running through his inventory, he realized a crucial thing.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">â??Iâ??m out of lemon drops.â?</span>Band stated like the world had ended. He sighed slightly and hung his head as if something in the world was wrong. The Youngest Knight dragged his feet along the leaf covered ground, slowly inching<i>away</i>from the entrance of the maze that would lead to the temple. Without lemon drops, he would be useless to them. . .<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">â??I mean. Didnâ??t you learn the way there when you guarded this quadrant, Vali?â?</span>