Vaeron took a moment to observe the man with a single, raised eyebrow, before he answered.

Behind him Celandine squealed as Megaldon shoved his wet nose to her shoulder. The great horse snorted, sending a shower of droplets over her clothes and she ended up laughing, her hands going high. That also meant that the scimitar in her hand went wildly high also and those who had begun to brave coming closer began to scatter again. Leaving the strangers with the strange steeds alone.

"Can you make sleeping draughts?" the mage asked, his voice still low, and his hands gripping the counter before him. "Draughts that would send a being into a stupor? They would be a good first investment. If yours works then we will come back for more."

He thought for a while, tilting his head to glance out the window again. He snorted in amusement as he saw the residents scatter before the wide arm movements of a child. There were various places in Radasanth itself that he could ask the alchemist to send the potions. From the many brothels that were associated with Philomel, to the fortress itself, there were various addresses that he could think of. Naturally the fortress was out of the question - it was secret after all, and the alchemist would likely never be able to find it, even on the long single path that wound its way through the woods and eventually got to somewhere near it. The brothels, though, were something to consider. And perhaps a few pubs that were associated.

"There is a place called The Rabbit's Paw," he said in a gruff voice, "An ... inn right near the old castle of the Ixian Knights. If you go there and say you are leaving a delivery for the faun and the fox, it will get to us. You will be paid on delivery." He took a moment. "I will set that up when we get back to the city. You will not be asked questions."

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