Josias nods. "I will ask. I agree that it's never a bad idea to have a way not to die if possible."

"Oh!" Ambre pulls a scrap of paper from her pocket and starts writing on it before handing it to Josias, "here, that's where I was supposed to meet my uncle when I got back from Zadash. We can all meet there!"

Bjorn stretches as he tries to shake off the tiredness he gathered from the day. "None of this can get done on an empty tank though. Let's all rest up, and meet with our respective groups and head off in the morn'."

"Oh, okay," Ambre says, scratching out the name and writing an address. "Well, this is where I live. We can all meet there in the morning if you want."

"If things are still open we might as well get as much done now as possible. People's who stay up this late aren't likely to welcome early morning visitors."

"Quicker we get our answers, the quicker we get paid. I say we all go now to our destinations and then meet back at Ambre's place." Quill says. "Then we can take whatever rest we need and go from there."

Finn nods in agreement with Quill, saying nothing.

"If that's what you'd like to do. I'm ok with that as well, but I'll need an ale for the road." Bjorn looks to the barkeep and waves down another ale, of which he'll guzzle down before grabbing his hammer. 

You all split up, agreeing to meet back at the Rotz Tinker & Smithy in the Upper City. Josias, Quill, and Finn make their way to the Lay of the Land while Fritz, Ambre, and their new companion Bjorn head to the Firemark Facility.

Navigating the winding streets of the Ironlot, you find a wedge-shaped hutch of smoke-stained thatch and warped wood. A faded sign bearing the name “Lay of the Land” dangles above the door. Entering the shaded interior, you are greeted by all manner of smells, from pungent fungi, to dried weeds, to burning incense. A middle-aged woman turns toward you where she eats at a corner table, her smiling mouth half-filled with food, her voluminous black hair framing her face.

"Why, hello there dearies! Good evening!" She says, wiping some sauce from her mouth. "Apologies, I was taking a quick late-dinner break! How are you folks doing? Oh - oh, my goodness, you poor thing! Look at you, you've got a wound there! Oh, poor dear, here, here..."

She goes scrambling through a cabinet and finds a small vial full of red liquid and hands it to Quill. "Here, my darling, this will fix that right up. You all look a bit roughed-up, I can tell; What happened to you lads?"

Josias steps forward. "Ran afoul of the jail break ma'am. And we were hoping you could assist us in getting a spot of revenge on the folks who roughed us up. They were tracking around a particular bit of red soil. Can't have come from too far away or it would have worn off of their boots. We were told you were the person who knows about things like this."

"Red soil, hm?" Zendasa twists a strand of her hair. "Hm... you know, dear, I think I have an idea of what you're talking about. There's no red mud like that around Hupperdook, but it can be found farther up the mountain, near the long-dormant volcanic peaks of the Silberquel Ridge!"

She takes a moment to lean in close and sniff. "And, all due respect, my darling, but you... smell a little ripe. Guessing from the mud on your boots, I'm guessing from the road. Might I suggest a bath with some of this herbal soap I've put together? Cloves, pine, as well as some citrus and cinnamon from the Menagerie Coast! That's right, I recognized the accent," Zendasa chuckles with a wink. "All yours for 2 gold pieces!"

Josias shakes his head. "I have other concerns currently than my smell. Now, do you have any healing potions?"

Quill chuckles at the conversation, and then chimes in "Thank you for the gift I greatly appreciate it." As he pockets the potion for a later use then asks the Lady, "Do you have a map of the area you are referring to or do you know if there are any structures up near that area?"

Zendasa sighs. "No, my dear, I'm afraid I don't. I've got a good eye for terrain and landmarks, so I usually just use the ole noggin to keep track of things. But it's pretty common up there, that red mud. It's not isolated to a particular section of the Ridge. Wish I could be of more help in that regard!"

((Boop))

"Is there anything else I can do for you, my dears? That soap is still on the table if any of you want it, or perhaps some more healing potions?"

"Yes, now that you mention it, do you have any healing potions for sale, and if so how many and how much?" Quill will ask of her "Any potential discounts you could give us since we are working for the guards, or is there anything that you need that we might be able to fetch for you once we are done with this business?"

"Tell you what, dearies," She starts after a moment of reflection, "I got a good feeling about you. Should you survive this little jaunt as bounty hunters, I could use your skills in potentially retrieving a potent reagent for me that I have not been able to track down. If you promise to return for future employment, I'll be willing to sell you some potions at a discounted price this evening. Let's say... 15 gold a potion? Again, only if you vow to return and aid me in this endeavor I've in mind!"

Josias shrugs. "I've got no other jobs lined up after this."

"You have a deal, thank you, and I would like to buy 1 potion please." Quill states a she hands over 15 gold.

[OOC: with the potion she gave me at the start and the one I bought, what kind of healing are they? the lowest ones right?]