Wil had a pretty standard time. He went and bought his magic bag. He even managed to talk the price down a little. He also stopped by a general goods store to pick up some journals as well as some rations for the trip. It didn't take him long to accomplish these tasks and soon found himself at the rendezvous spot. He saw the bard talking to some old stable hand. He didn't see much interest in that. He just slumped down to the ground next to the wall. He would take all the items from his old bag and stash them into his new improved one.