Alas, Kyla had been unable to find the adventurers of whom Rengard spoke on her visit to the tavern.  Thinking about it for a few minutes, she'd found that it wasn't really anything to be surprised at, however.  It had been late when she'd finally made her way to the tavern, and if the adventurers really were as reliable as the old man had said they were, then they would probably have gone to bed early to make sure they were well-rested.  After a few minutes of waiting around and a few polite questions, she had had no choice but to return to where she was staying in town and turn in for the night herself.<br/><br/>The next day, she met Roland Rengard on the road north of town, at three minutes to ten as he had instructed, and brought her shipment of medicine as well.  And at ten in the morning, after three minutes of waiting, the adventurers she had been seeking the night before appeared, walking along the road to meet them.  They were quite the mixed group, humans, half-elves, an elf and even a warforged, but one particular member of the little party caught her eye.<br/><br/>"...Jo?"  She almost whispered, a noticeable expression of surprise on her face.  After a moment, she remembered that there was business to attend to, and took a deep breath to regain her composure.  There would be some time to reacquaint herself with the Cleric later; for now, there were people in desperate need of a cure.<br/><br/>Listening and watching as Rengard handed out cloaks with his company's insignia on them, she waited for a proper moment to introduce herself.