Jonnovan
"Oh..." without a word of clarification, Jonnovan slipped way from the group and jogged back into the square. It took a minute, but the ranger managed to find an outlet for travelers sundries. Once inside, Jo began his swift perusal of the odds and ends. Unsure of where exactly they were going, nor certain of how long the mission would take, Jo grabbed a bit of everything. By the end of it, Jonnovan hefted a sizable bundle onto the counter. The clerk behind the desk eyed Jo skeptically, as if unwilling to believe that anyone would want to buy such a motley assortment. Much less would they have the gold to pay for it. With a sigh, however, the clerk began ringing up the purchase.
In the end, it came out to be roughly one gold and thirty silver. A backpack pressed against Jonnovan's shoulders as he exited the shop. He waved a friendly goodbye to the clerk, who smiled awkwardly and responded in kind. The pack bristled with items. This was going to be fun. Jo caught up to the party in short order, falling in line near the more sociable trio in the back. He grinned at the train of conversation. Boy did he like Cazik. Such a learned fellow. At the mention of mind magic, Jo screwed up his face in thought and interjected. "Psionics, I think. The magic that messes with your thoughts? I think it's called psionic something or other."
While Jo did not pretend to know anything of the subtle ways of magic, he was well traveled and knew many small details. One of the most interesting facts, to him anyway, was the division of magic. It came in several flavors, the most recognizable being arcane and divine. If you took the roll of an adventurer, you may eventually stumble upon a more esoteric branch of magic. Primal. Psionic. Shadow. There were probably more, but Jonnovan was barely aware of the difference between the ones he knew of. Just the sources were different, in his eyes. Magic of the universe, the gods, nature, the mind and...somewhere much less pleasant than this world.
With a shrug, Jo sidled up next to the Valence.
"You look mad." he stated plainly and honestly. "Or, maybe frustrated? I dunno. Still unpleasant either way, am I right? Oh, since you know all this magicky stuff, would you mind telling me if there's anything else I should buy while we're here? I have..." Jo deftly unslung the pack and brought it to his chest, opening and indicating several pouches and the items therein. A hemp rope, a couple bars of soap, four flasks of oil, three water skins, seven whetstones, two empty vials, two small bedrolls, five candles, seven pieces of chalk, and of course, 15 days worth of trail rations."
He shrugged awkwardly, as if the next thing he was to say would be insensitive. "I figured you might need some chalk or something to make...runes...or...something. Do you need beeswax for rituals too? Holy water for some divining?" this last part was meant to be a joke, as he said it with a smirk.