"I'll try not to stand out," Eric mused as he rose from his seat, "but if the Zhents are keeping watch worth a damn, it's probably too late to avoid their notice."<br/><br/>He took his time meandering about town, browsing a number of merchants' wares as he picked up the supplies he needed; no one would ever accuse him of being a cautious man, but he wasn't exactly keen on trusting the mystery elf's food supply.  In the meantime he did his best not to particularly notice his comrades-to-be or act like he knew them as they went about their respective shopping trips -- which was fitting enough, since he didn't notice much of anything else either.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Spot: At 2014-06-23 22:56:47, Jefepato (uid: 99) rolls: 1d20 Result: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=60189)<br/>Listen: At 2014-06-23 22:57:01, Jefepato (uid: 99) rolls: 1d20 Result: 9 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=60190)<br/><br/>Picking up, say...20 more days of rations and half a dozen more oil flasks (10.6 gp all told) from a few different vendors.  Not that Eric will be able to pull off "subtle" to save his life.</div></div>