Jonas smiled as he stood to follow her.<strong>"After you, m'lady."</strong>He briefly wondered whether they could use the mail system, or any sort of quick communication to get in contact with her. There were usually whispers or tells or whatever they chose to call private messaging in this game, and he couldn't help but think that would make life easier. Maybe they would have to have<em>Message</em>or a similar effect to do it... that would be interesting but horrible. He also pondered the crafting rules of the game. Would it actually take him a month to synthesize these poisons? Would he have to spend actual days milling these herbs? It was a dull prospect, he didn't join the game to be a marketeer, he joined it to stab things. The pair headed onward to the farm, and hopefully to Ren then or shortly thereafter.