Sigmund's brow significantly lofted as Marks finished his last sentence. Truly he did not expect to act as an errand boy to a mercenary but then, not much he'd been expecting to happen had.<strong>"Very well. I will see what manner of goods the general store has and then head for the inn."</strong>He had turned with the intention of heading to said store, but he paused and looked over his shoulder.<strong>"If you're not there in an hour, I will assume you are a smear on the hall's floor."</strong>And paced away at a modest speed.<br/><br/>Upon entering said store, Sigmund would be intently looking for potions, torches and possibly dried rations. If the Lieutenant saw fit to give them a tent, inspecting the sewers might take days.