With little to do in the tavern and Isaera seemingly unwanting to catch up or, really, communicate with her at all, Amelia found herself headed back outside. She rounded the Inn and moved to where her horse and wagon were waiting. The big boxy wagon was made of sturdy wood painted a bright red (better to grab the eye of customers) and adorned with her name and pictures of potions and reagents. It was much cheerier than the alchemist herself. One side had all the painting and the other had two small windows that could be opened up to let fresh air in. The roof of the wagon had rails around it for keeping luggage (or possible passengers) secure. At the very back stood a small door which led inside. The top and bottom halves of the door opened separately, allowing Amelia to simply open up the top and use the entry as a makeshift shop entrance.  Amelia opened it and stepped into her home on wheels. It was cozy - for varying definitions of the word. Oddly enough, it seemed slightly bigger on the inside than out. The colors inside were much darker, royal purples and deep blues. Her alchemy equipment, work table, and boxes of potions for sale were all stashed up front. In back was a single bed set with rich purple blankets and a pillow. Off to one side of the bed, a small dresser with spare clothes and more supplies. Once inside, Amelia set to work on some potions for the journey, trying to think of what would be needed on the adventure ahead.