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The wizard simply smirked like a devil from beneath his massive cap. He had no foul intentions for the lady or her traveling companion but thought it odd that one would simply take something with little regard as to what they would be drinking or how it would taste. It was honestly a miracle that she did not gag on the chalky liquid or that it would taste like grease set ablaze with peppers and burnt thime. All he could do was simply allow the two travelers to pass while keeping up from behind.

"You need supplies for a journey. I imagine it must be of the utmost importance if you once again intend on injuring yourself." Bigsby noted the feline in the crowd only to wave the young cat over. "Find my apprentice. Tell her we are making another distracting turn in our journey.....if she asks why inform her I have an interest here." Bigsby waved the feline off only to then follow Lady Markett and her orcish companion.

"I doubt you will find a horse worth saddling within this small town. Many curriers make their way around this locale unless bidden to do so." Bigsby began to speed up a bit as he looked back to see that cat gone from his sights. "What if I told you there was another way to arrive at whatever location your trying to reach."

The old man took note of the so called priceless sword that the orc had mentioned only to make a mental note of it. Perhaps she herself had a message to deliver and if so Bigsby needed to be present.