<div class="floatright"><strong>Ja'rok Shatterspine</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309005.msg15016475#msg15016475)<br/>(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/sickle/images/5/59/Rimelord_Vargach.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20180415211348)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Info</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP:</strong> 31/31<br/><strong>AC:</strong> 19<br/><strong>Effects:</strong> Steelbane <br/><strong>IC post counter:</strong> 14<br/></div></div></div><br/>He thought it would have been best to follow the tracks now but a majority of them had decided that it was best to hang the deaths of the wolves over the head of the employer since they were naturally suspicious he would renege on any reward if they played the wolves before arrive. They aren't wrong but Glysora was right in that the trail would go very cold by the time they arrive back here. Ja'rok had dismounted whilst the group debated and took out a bone dagger and looked at the two dire wolves he slayed. These two wolves whilst mailed by his maul were only bludgeoned and as such the hides were intact, thus he figured to skin them before they went to waste. His hands were going to be tinted crimson with blood red once he was finished with the task and he had two preserved hides for himself that had a menacing look to them with the barbs of bone protruding from them. It should make for a rather lovely cloak and hood to better ward the elements off.<br/><br/>Once everyone had come to an accord with what was going to happen, Ja'rok climbed back on his mount. It made sense to keep with the group after all and to stay on the course they were already on. He had a small amount of the wolf muscles and choice meats along with a few other bones. Granted the muscle was very lean but honestly he preferred leaner meat than very fatty meats to work with. The bones would make perfect stock. He made damn sure to wrap it up tight in a small leather bag before placing it in the bag of holding to properly preserve it. He was going somewhere with this. Moving onwards, he soon took note of how the sunlight was snuffed out by what appeared to be some kind of spell. Thick clouds obscured the sunlight completely essentially making it permanently night. Guess this was just one reason why they called it Sanguine Market.<br/><br/>The town looked to have been pulled straight from Drakes and Damsels back home. The trappings of a very gothic medieval town were before him and he could see all manner of monstrous humanoids such as bugbears, goblins, dark elves, duregar, a few humans and an orc or two. His eyes keep upon the road ahead not wanting to lose sight of the succubus priestess that they were being guided by. Within the thick of this place a small smile came over him as he could see a few items of interest to someone such as him. But he wants to save his own wealth, what little he had of it for something a touch more valuable. He wouldn't find anything worthwhile on a mindless indulgence. Anything that was made of steel would reject him and there were always plenty of arms brought along with him. He wasn't fascinated by any of the supposed artifact or maps to riches, he was more interest in everything else that they needed to do.<br/><br/>However the thought does take root that he had need of a few things. Despite his resistances to the indulgences of the curiosities and other things, he had business within a part of the market but not for the reasons one might think. He gave a curt nod to the others and then spoke<strong>"I'll catch up in a few moments. Excuse me."</strong>before he took the moment to stop at one of the peddlers's stalls. Some rather fine looking sacks of vegetables were there upon it. He didn't have much in the ways of items and so forth but he had a fair amount of gold with him and more importantly a cooking kit found in the depths of the bag of holding. Yet he had no real food outside of the rations held within. The wolves took care of the lack of real meat, and now he was going to purchase a small sack of potatoes carrots and celery with what gold he had at his own personal disposal. Also he needed salts for the wolf meat to better preserve it. True, it might have been a bit more expensive just because they were essentials that others need, especially in light of the wolf attacks but it was worth it. Now he had enough supplies to make use of the cooks kit he had in his bag. Soon he returned a few gold coins lighter but with a treasure trove of nourishment. A bag of potatoes and carrots were his along with a small container of salts and some venison that hadn't been claimed in the wolf attacks.<br/><br/>Ironically he rejoined right when Elias did with his own personal treasure trove of nourishment. There was something a touch familiar from the scent of wondrous food he had at the ready in the form of takoyaki which smelled divine to someone whom probably subsisted on rations. So when the moment Elias offered up one for anyone to claim, Ja'rok wasn't one to resist this particular temptation. He took a bite of the single one of the doughy treats in hand and smiled.<strong>"Lucky find there Elias."</strong>He said with a bit of pep in his voice now that he had a small bit of home to savor and enjoy. He didn't tell the others about what he had bought since he figured to save that all for later.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Dice Witness</div><div class="spoiler_body">Wisdom Save: 12<br/>At 2019-08-25 14:27:30, Laughing Hyena (uid: 10552) rolls: 1d20 Result: 12 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=138878)</div></div><br/>Ja'rok spends 2 gold pieces regardless of success or failure to purchase food of decent quality. Ja'rok now has 8 gold remaining.