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Barracker strolled deep into ‘Greenglow Woods’.  These woodlands outside the city had gotten their name because of the fireflies roaming the air.  At night if you looked from the walls of the city or the road leading out of the north gate, your eyes would be occupied by the beautiful green glow coming from within the trees, hence the name.  The vampire had made many great childhood memories here, he and Krillen turning these woods into their personal playground.  He didn’t feel the need to bring his claymore and tower shield with him as ‘Greenglow Woods’ was known to be safe.  The paladin had already procured a bunch of  mistletoe, which was one of the two ingredients he had been looking for here.  Now he had been looking for a particular rare white flower ‘Arenaria’ which is dotted with tiny silver spots along the petals.  He eventually found enough, now the next stop was ‘The Hunters Lodge’ which was located just outside the city walls near the northern farmlands.

As Barracker strolled on his way towards the next destination.  His mind thought back on last night, everyone seemed nice and he was glad he got introductions out the way.  The way he got treated so normally, Barracker almost forgot about being a vampire himself for a second.  He wanted to talk to Areleth about this group coming from another world, but apparently the High Septum of the Quinity had been summoned by ‘The Citadel’ for some reason.  He would have to talk to him later.  

Barracker opened the door to ‘The Hunter’s Lodge’, a sound of the bell jingled, signalling his arrival.  Barracker held the door for a dwarf who was carrying a deer carcass out.  He exchanged a nod with the shorter fellow and then proceeded to the counter.  The giant shop attendant placed two hands onto the counter, chewing tobacco as he spoke with a grizzled tone.  His name was Butch and he had a glass eye and worked the desk often.  Butch was a Sibliconian, mountain people from the north.  It was said that this tribe of humans bred with giants back in the mythic age and used their new found strength to carve out a kingdom in the mountains.  After Ileandra the Great created the free people empire, Siblicon was the last kingdom to agree to the treaty.  Giving them a reputation for being a stubborn group of people.

“What will it be today?”.  The seven foot giant boomed.

[Colour=Green]“Three pints of bear fat, and four wolf liver to go with it”[/colour]

Butch spat in the bucket next to him and leaned over the desk, chomping as he spoke.  “We are pretty much out of bear parts.  There has not been much hunting in the east as of late.”  Barracker knew this was because of the war.  “I might be able to scrape up a pint”.

[Colour=Green]“Alright, one pint of bear fat and two wolfs liver please.”[/colour]

Once Barracker had gotten these ingredients, he made his way back into the city and paid a visit to the alchemists and purchased some silver dust and sulphur.  After that, he made his way back home to use his alchemy lab.