Grabbing a spare scroll tube from a shelf in his bookshelf he rolls up the maps and stuffs them inside, pausing only with the portrait of the elven woman in hand, looking at it to commit her appearance to memory.<br/>Not a particularly difficult task, with her appearance being as unique as it was, especially to a drow. He stares at the image of her for a while, mulling over her appearance. The contrast between red hair and pale skin is striking; not unlike that between stark white hair and ebon skin. Her dresses were obviously of considerable craft and quality, but they were far more loose and brightly colored than anything a drow would wear. "Freezya" he speaks to himself, testing the name.<br/>After a moment he rolls up the portrait and adds it to the others inside the scroll tube. Moving about his room with effeciency he goes about the task of packing the supplies in his satchel, strapping the two scroll tubes - one with maps and images, one with spell scrolls - to his hip under his cloak along with a small quiver containing bolts sized for a small handcrossbow. The crossbow is hooked to his belt on the opposite hip, barely protruding from under his cloak.<br/>Lastly he produces a small key from a hidden pocket, kneeling down to open a small chest, producing from it a leather pouch. Before pocketing the pouch he pulls open the drawstring inspecting the contents of assorted gemstones and coins within. The coins a varied collection, some minted in the Underdark, others in distant lands on the surface.<br/><br/>With one last glance about his chamber he exits, making his way to secure passage with a merchant caravan.