Upon entering Runes and Things, Eshna was instantly reminded well of the peculiarity in merchandise a small family-owned shop could retain. On any common street in Delhi, one could find countless tiny establishments that offered miscellaneous trinkets with seemingly little coherence. Luckily in America, though, such chaotic shelves were more rare. Vacant as the place seemed to be, it certainly seemed infinitely more bearable to peruse. Eshna found herself picking up a few of the items, and examined a few shirts, catching the old woman's closed gaze only at the last moment when it passed over her person. More attentive then, she stood beside the others who were undoubtedly in the same boat as herself and listened closely to what the shop owner had to say.

It seemed they were to receive some sort of mystical gift in return for their gold, finally unveiling what it was meant for. As the witch, one by one, revealed clearly how none of this was a joke -an illusion- ultimately, Eshna's doubt in the supernatural truth behind this trip were washed away, replaced instead with a growing curiosity and wonder. When it came to be her turn, to receive her own gift, she graciously handed the bag of coin to the witch and patiently awaited what would come of it.

A bag of medicine. How fitting. Eshna couldn't help but smile as she weighed the leather sack in her hand. With a quick deduction, she attributed her prowess in medical school to be stemmed from the divine. She let out a quick, quiet laugh and recalled the qualities of poultice; it was not the most potent of anti-inflammatory, but it would help where nothing else would. It seemed, almost fatefully, that it would have its time quite soon. Immediately in fact.

The witch, to her surprise, had stabbed another individual present in [i]both[/i] hands, quite apathetically in fact. Withholding the desire to call police, knowing well the unbelievable situation they were in already, she resolved instead to simply help Lucky. Rushing to his side, she moved aside his poor attempts at bandaging his wounds and instead applied some of the poultice she had received before wrapping it up tightly with the cloth he had procured, in addition to some other materials she herself picked up.

Eshna spoke up as she looked over her work, correcting tiny aspects of the crack-job healing, "Then, as [i]Free[/i] Agents," she stated sarcastically, "what is the first task we have been [i]commanded[/i]?"