<div align="center">Aryia (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=88798.msg3898535#msg3898535)<br/></div><br/>The moment Aryia was outside, she started giving orders to those who escorted her who were patiently  waiting outside. Within minutes four horses that were pulling the carriage had been removed from their bounds and saddles, bits and reigns put in their place. A moment later saddle bags fill of food, flint, tinder and traveling and camping needs were quickly strapped to them. Arya mounted the closest and then passed her pistol, rapier and a pouch of gold to one of the carriage escorts before bellowing to all of them.<br/><br/><strong><br/>"I need a dagger and decent rapier but silver-infused which stays strong but hurts undead and werewolves.. Also buy three of their best crossbows, one light one medium and a heavy one, also three dozen silver coated bolts but ensure the bolt-heads do not flare- you know the ones that can puncture armor ? IF he asks for more than the pistol or rapier give him what he asks. And if there are fancy looking ones he wants to charge ten times the practical amount for ? then ~yes~ of ~Course~ get the over-priced ones that impress ! Ones the weapon maker put a little pride into, For we, hero's of Albia are hunting hollow men ! and I Aryia steadfastly refuse to have ~my~ company damned and cursed by them if we don't do so in style !"</strong><br/><strong><br/>"In all haste I also need others to run to glassblowers, perfumery or alchemists shops to get three dozen empty thin glass vials no larger than half a hand wide but with a opening that can fit a crossbow bolt. Also I need a lot of silver dust from a jewelers, the highest quality possible, three wineskin of holy water and a handful of bee's wax candles. I know it short notice but I need them all as soon as possible, whatever is left in the purse not used for such things can be distributed amongst all who are running about to fetch them so feverishly. " <br/></strong><br/>Although the words did have an air of expectation, the manner of their presentation was soft, head nods were respectful, thanks seemed to be implicit. All but five servants scattered to fetch these strange requests. The last five seemed very different. All eyes on the hero's, their expressions calm. These seemed disciplined.<br/><br/>To the two hero's nearby Aryia nodded while her horse pranced about on anxious legs.<br/><br/><strong>"Pick a horse and its yours, the extra one is in case one is injured and will serve as a packhorse if one isnt.  <br/>Oh if either of you MUST use those awful pistols then so be it, I will keep my lips sealed of my opinion on them until this is over, But hopefully these crossbows coming soon you may be tempted with. Hopefully my helpers will be back with something to give these hollowmen a little surprise. silver-shot is one thing,  armor piercing silver coated bolts with vials filled with holy water and silver flakes which shatter on hitting to send their holy silvery contents into the wound ?  Lets see how much they like that huh !  The remaining servants lingering staring at you now are some of Mistpeaks will users, if we keep them we could form a ring that I talked of, who is in the center changes depending on the effect we want as not all of us know all spells others do, OR I can offer them to the king under the command of Dralen to see to this reaver business this instant. <br/><br/>What say you both ? Just as we are with more supplies ? or with a handful of mages also ? If we lend them to the king we will need potions, the saddle bags we have contain most things useful but none hold many of the decent potions that you both deserve, or me for that matter."</strong><br/>