Flint gestured around them, and gave her an amused smile, before seeing her face, and frownin, suddenly unsure of himself. Was he in the right place? Did he miscalculate? Then it hit him as she spoke. "You said you wanted to go back to restock, and study that stone, right? Well this is the closet I could get us. It's a few miles away. I just assumed it'd be easier to just port here...I... should have asked, huh?" He gave her a small apologetic smile, and leaned down to scoop up the coin he had used. The magic was no longer trapped inside, it's spell spent, but waste not want not. "I do apologize, that was hasty of me, Alma. I promise I wont do that again with out asking, or at least I'll try." He shoved the coin into his pocket, and took the items back from Alma. "These are text that are very old. Maybe they'll have something about this...whatever it is, now, shall we go?"He motioned for her to lead the way, and just like that his smile was back. "It's south of here. About three miles."