Thankfully for Starfall, the group had already emptied a few of the waterproof sacks they used to store food while traveling. Easily enough of them to hold all the salt they would likely need over the course of this excursion. With these and a hastily written shopping list in hand, the songstress and her escorts returned to the home where Goldheart slept the night before. She found herself greeted at the door by a stern-faced crone with what must have been hundreds of ornate beads woven into her hair and clothing. "Ah, the visitors. How are you enjoying our hospitality?"