Quentan Stonehammer<br/><br/>Quentan nodded as he remembered what he was carrying in his backpack, "Ah wee bit o' trouble wit some bugs, butth' professor wus right 'n wha' wus thare. Th' lass an' meself gots et all in th' packs."<br/><br/>He stomped his way to the table that was too short even for a dwarf... humans had no concept of proper heights of anything, it seemed, and removed his pack with some care. He looked up at the elf again, "Yeself haf ah gud chat wit' th' sherrif?" he asked as he started pulling bottles and bolts from his pack, laying them on the surface, "Tis a fair haul." he said as he motioned to lexi to put her own next to his, "If'n yeself willin' ta give tamarrow ovar fer preparation, meself cain do two mur blessed an' prepare th' right spells fer the prison..." he looked about, Whare tha' yung'n get ta?" he asked, looking for the one who had insisted on rushing to the prison without so much as a thought in the head.