<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Items Acquired:<br/><br/>Antitoxin x2<br/>Backpack<br/>Bedroll<br/>Chalk x2<br/>Hooded Lantern<br/>Oil Flask x2<br/>Rations x7<br/>Signal Whistle<br/>Silk Rope 50 ft.<br/>Tinder Twig x10<br/>Waterskin</div></div></div><br/>"Let me just grab a few things and I'll be right with you," Brady says, scooping up a pack as she enters the storeroom. While her companions finish their browsing, the little lizard girl moves about he shelves with purpose, assembling her usual kit. First, sustenance: Brady drops her pack at the shelf of packaged trail rations, taking a moment to marvel at the pile of discarded vegetable bars her companions have left behind.<span style="font-style: italic">Preds... go figure.</span>With a shrug, she kneels and begins filling the bottom of her pack with the bars.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~Veggie bars?~</span>Crew says slightly incredulously.<span style="font-style: italic">~I thought you hated those things.~</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~I do,~</span>Brady replies.<span style="font-style: italic">~But they'll go to waste if nobody else eats them, and I figure they'll make good dwarf bread.~</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~Dwarf bread?~</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~It's an old story Skud told me,~</span>Brady explains.<span style="font-style: italic">~He said that back when he was in a dwarven regiment, he'd bake these rock-hard loaves to take with him on long missions. It lasted pretty much forever, and it was nutritious enough to keep him on his feet... but the real reason he made it was to stay motivated when he had to scavenge for food.No matter what he found, it had to be better than dwarf bread. Better incentive than an empty pack, he said.~</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~Do you really think that'll work?~</span>Crew asks.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~I figure it couldn't hurt to try,~</span>Brady says.<span style="font-style: italic">~If it doesn't, at least I can eat these without breaking my teeth.~</span>She takes a demonstrative chomp of one white-flecked green bar... and immediately regrets it. Pressed salted cabbage and turnips...<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~Okay, maybe just a few meat rations,~</span>she says, tucking the vegetable bars to the back of the lowest shelf.<br/><br/>As her allies depart, Brady quickly makes her rounds, loading her pack with necessities: rope, bedroll, lantern and fuel. Chalk to avoid getting lost. Whistles to help get found again. Antitoxins for the various maladies of the undead. A packet of tindertwigs wedged between two shelves... not strictly necessary, but she's not about to pass up a find like that. She tucks the packet into her vest for safekeeping, and carries her full pack across the hall to see how the introductions are going.<br/><br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Kahmori wrote:</cite>"...Turn around a few times so I can see every inch of you. I have to admit - I like the view so far."</div></blockquote><br/>And finds Kahmori being Kahmori. Well, at least he doesn't seem too concerned by Sura's status.<br/><br/>"Down, boy!" Brady says jokingly, reaching up to give the big kitsune a light swat to the head, and settling for the shoulder when he proves to be well beyond her reach. "You can also show these three what's in their scouting kits," she suggests.<br/><br/>Then with a wink and a pat to Kahmori's muscular side - gods, he really<span style="font-style: italic"> is</span>firm! - she adds, "But feel free to give our horndog here that little show first!