Mesaraih rubbed his arm where Ester had touched it after the illusion disappeared. It had only been about a week or so since he had last had physical contact with anyone, but it already felt strange. After it was all over, he raised an eyebrow as Ester smiled at them, a disturbed look etched onto his face. He picked up on the cue, but seeing Ester smiling the way she was still unsettled him somewhat. "Uh, right.... yeah, let's just go."<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">Valehna shook hear head, still unsure about the direction they were taking. They had little choice, clearly, but she felt as if she couldn't let the situation lie the way it was. Her mind was already working on trying to figure out a way to make sure all parties were where they should be, but it didn't seem like there was any way to work things out. At the very least, she would have more questions for the spirit once they came back.<br/><br/>She tapped Tal's shoulder, who seemed to have the quietest reaction of them all. "You still with us?" she asked, as she started walking towards the door.</span><br/><br/>The blind mage rummaged in a trunk and brought out a knapsack, handing it over to Mesaraih, who was nearest to him. Mesaraih looked inside and found several health poultices, lyrium potions, some elfroot, and even a few strands of deathroot. Despite himself, he grinned a bit. "I could make poisons with this..." he muttered to himself.<br/><br/>He was about to walk away, but turned back at the last second. He whispered to the mage, low so that no one else could hear, "Could I ask for a favor when we come back? I'd like a pot with some seeds..." The mage simply nodded, seemingly impatient for them to carry on.<br/><br/>"Okay, okay, leaving," Mesaraih told him as he walked towards the door.