<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=58849.msg2758404#msg2758404">Quote from: NobleWolf on 19-02-2010, 22:17:26</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Gathering up his things, the halfling walks over to the door. At her last question, he pauses once more.<br/><strong>"People don't normally get medicinal herbs for themselves. As for potions, they're small and worth a great deal to the right buyer. Pirates and barbarians like to pillage small towns for those kinda supplies. But we're a bit landlocked here in Stingard."</strong>, he speaks as he starts wandering back into the night to nurse his own wounds. By his expressions, he doesn't seem to think Shiloh has done him any favors.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Shiloh would laugh at his humor, but she finds that difficult in the face of the quandary she's facing in chasing down this crate of potions and herbs.  As the halfling drags himself from the shop, she paces the floor once or twice, rubbing at her chin and thinking.  Not everyone is as methodical as she is.  But what if they are?  What if the clerk really is guilty, and this investigation bit is just a ruse?<br/><br/>Then why risk exposure?  No... this had to be a theft.  Thoroughly vexed, the monk does not possess the kind of empathy required to get into the mindset of a different person long.  She has a feeling that she won't be able to determine the motive for such a petty crime.<br/><br/>"I must get back to that shop, I suppose," she mutters.  "... check in with the caster and the cleric first..."<br/><br/>Then again, they'll probably be busy for at least another half-hour-- or, if she's lucky, an hour or more.  Shiloh grins, considering the prospect... but that's for later.  She thanks the Madame and promises she'll return shortly, then departs for the store.