Sigrun watched Zel disappear into the horizon after having a bag of groceries shoved into her arms and a short greeting-farewell from Ahmaht. She looked down, staring at the bags for a moment before nudging the door to the inn open with her right shoulder. She wasn't sure exactly what to do at the moment but wait, as her attention was drawn toward the bag laying in her arms. All the wondrous things you could do with a bag while waiting for a man made of rock and a mute girl.  Though, first she would have to empty its contents safely in order to make full use of it, but it would be rude to just dump all of the supplies on public ground. Her head turned toward the stairs and she proceeded to ascend to the next floor. She jostled the handle of the door leading to Zel's room, but it was locked. She thought for a moment, and decided it would be best to just leave them in front of his door to collect them later- the bag was too important to ignore. She turned the bag upside-down as all the contents landed on the floor with a thud.<br/>The woman proceeded downstairs, now that the bag was empty, preparations were complete for the ritual. She slid out the chair of an empty table and sat down with her prized bag in hand. She stared into the item suspension and containment device, the bottom perfectly visible in the black empty void within. Soon, she slowly prepped the bag by raising it above her head, then lowering it as it devoured the features of her face in a brown, bland, unimpressive looking bag. All light was shut out from existence, pure blackness with a tinge of brown remained as her eyes looked around the insides of the bag. Being separated from the entire world allowed her to think clearly, without any other random information flooding her mind. With this new clarity of focus, she could finally see things in a new light, since there was none. Now all she had to do was await the return of her companions while she assesses the situation of tomorrow's venture into the wilderness.