Mingan grumbled as the man in armor walked away with his money but decided it was best for everyone. As they got downstairs Mingan took a bag of money from the pile grunting his thanks. "Gates, one hour, Ill be there." And whith that he was lost in thought and out the back door.<hr/>Mingan knew right were he was headed. There was a fence he knew of who always carried 'creative' items. He didn't specialize in armor or weapons or potions or scrolls or anything like that. He sold things he affectionately called trinkets. They were odd and ends for adventurers looking for items outside of normality. Mingan walked in and asked to see the trinkets and after haggling for a bit decided to purchase a berry pouch and a bracelet of preservation. Before leaving the store<hr/>Mingan made his way to a local stable and purchased the most mild mannered horse he could find for sale as well as tackle and food for the horse. Mingan didn't like riding but liked it more the rough terrain in a wagon and he didn't know where this quest would take them. Besides that woman with the pointy stick was tagging along so accommodations for horses would need to be found anyway. So Mingan made his way to the front gate and sat on his heels next to his horse casually playing with his knife waiting for the others to arrive.<br/>