"I believe Tarnak's General Goods in the central market will be able to help you outfit, should you need anything. I also think I mule cart should survive most of the journey, though I would not promise anything on the highest paths," Quelsa says, deep in thought. With that she will dismiss you, with a recommendation to come back at dawn.
*You have the rest of the day in which to purchase supplies or anything else you need. Naima will stay behind with Quelsa, as it's obvious she's in need of some counseling. Tarnak can sell you provisions, rope, cold-weather gear, climbing supplies, compasses, and alchemical supplies for a reasonable price.*
*In the dawn, when you return, you find a sleepy-eyed litorian man, dressed in the highest of fashions, every hair impeccably in place. He must not have gotten much sleep last night.*
"This is Agracahn. He also had a bad experience with the wind. It disturbed one of the dancers he was watching, and he brought her here. He is the last of you, and now the group is complete. The blessing of my own winds are with you, and I pledge that you will be able to stop the angry spirits. I will aid you here as I can," Quelsa says with a small bow.
*The litorian looks over all of you, appraising your garb and dress, nodding in approval only to Matzerath, and giving everyone else a simple, slightly superior smile.*
"Here, I have a map of what roads I know to the mountains. Please, I believe you must go in haste, for the winds of anger will not wait," Quelsa says.
