<div class="floatright">(http://i610.photobucket.com/albums/tt183/GhostwheelX/Misc/Summoner_zps1521cc8f.jpg)</div>Nodding, the Summoner pulls a small scroll from a different pocket within his robes and studies it. "Hrmmm... yes. You are to receive a number of scrolls and potions from the Institute, delivered upon reaching your destination. Scrolls of revive, cleanse, and a few other ones. Not that you'll be needing them, I'm sure...?" he looks around the party, pragmatic as ever, at least for the short time you've known him. "As far as the artifact, if we had any more information on it you think we wouldn't share it?" he asks, his voice becoming palpably annoyed at the repeated question that Bresnahan had already asked. "As for mundane items such as blessed water, talk to the quartermaster and he can issue you a number of flasks--though with what you may be going up against, I don't think simple holy water would do much," he adds under his breath.<br/><br/>"And as far as that goes, we don't have much information either," Summoner Expec addresses Wyren. "We've had some of our strongest diviners use Clairvoyance on the area that you are to go to, but it was blocked from their sight by something far stronger than the magics they have at their disposal. Something of that magnitude is not to be trifled with, and certainly would slaughter any of our greener agents. But certainly," he says with an exasperated wave of his hand, "if you would rather switch missions with the other members who left to stop goblins from harassing merchant caravans bringing supplies from Demacia to Piltover as they pass through the Ironspike Mountains, just say the word and I could permanently give you those kinds of missions," he says, half a question and half a threat, his mouth hidden by the piece of parchment he still looks over. "And the kinds of benefits that members who go on such missions get," he adds, exasperation turning to annoyance.