"HMMM? DID YOU SAY SOMETHING ROSELLE?"

Cyrus, not in need of anything, immediately sets out for the rendezvous point, scribbling small changes in his spellbook. His owl takes flight, circling high above his head. Presumably to keep watch, though how that can be done is a mystery to those less familiar with magic.

Only Menus and Dhel are left at the tavern table now. Dhel is nervous to speak with him, but knowing your partner's strengths and weaknesses is what can make or break a fight. "Have you fought goblins before?" she asks him.

Phineas holds her nose as she looks at the other two women, "Ewww, Ewww, eww, you two are just disgusting... I hope you realize that. Husbands really? By the gawds, you two were raised in the same barn to be brood mares!"

"You!" Pointing at Roselle, "the best you can hope for is becoming some fat rich merchant's mistress and believe me that is probably for the best! Its been a while since I last saw you... and I was trying to be polite but girlfriend I can tell that leather armor has been let out a time or two in the bum. And you," pointing at the monk, "where do I start... got your thing back at least that's a start, I thought you monks had some kind of rules about marriage or doing the two-back nasty... anyway your duel with husband to be, trust me this is how it turns out! You both run each other through with your swords and both die a horribly romantic tragical death in each other's arms just as nature intended., at least if nature has any sense at all!"

Phineas stops as they reach their destination and waves them onward, "me I am going to marry an old rich wanker on his deathbed and that as they say will be that, now let's get what we came for shall we?"

The Jester then gives them both a quick smile, "come on now you two, I am only joking... you know its what I do!"

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Only Menus and Dhel are left at the tavern table now. Dhel is nervous to speak with him, but knowing your partner's strengths and weaknesses is what can make or break a fight. "Have you fought goblins before?" she asks him.

•  Menus looks around, everyone spread off to do their own task. He looks to Dhel and replies, "Not many of the small goblin folk where I'm from. But the big hairy ones... Those fester the mountain crags from time to time."

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Phineas holds her nose as she looks at the other two women, "Ewww, Ewww, eww, you two are just disgusting... I hope you realize that. Husbands really? By the gawds, you two were raised in the same barn to be brood mares!"

"You!" Pointing at Roselle, "the best you can hope for is becoming some fat rich merchant's mistress and believe me that is probably for the best! Its been a while since I last saw you... and I was trying to be polite but girlfriend I can tell that leather armor has been let out a time or two in the bum. And you," pointing at the monk, "where do I start... got your thing back at least that's a start, I thought you monks had some kind of rules about marriage or doing the two-back nasty... anyway your duel with husband to be, trust me this is how it turns out! You both run each other through with your swords and both die a horribly romantic tragical death in each other's arms just as nature intended., at least if nature has any sense at all!"

Phineas stops as they reach their destination and waves them onward, "me I am going to marry an old rich wanker on his deathbed and that as they say will be that, now let's get what we came for shall we?"

The Jester then gives them both a quick smile, "come on now you two, I am only joking... you know its what I do!"

"Well, lovely joke but I see you marrying a perverse rich man that you'll eventually 'get rid of'" Roselle smirks then glances towards Tomoe very amused. She looks thoughtful and shook her head before laughing softly. "That doesn't matter right now. Does anyone need anything for preparation, I know you said you just don't have a room." She looks at Tomoe with a hum then looks at Phineas. "What about you?"

Phineas considers Roselle's thoughts on her own marriage prospects, "sounds like me yeah, and could indeed prove fun and amusing for a time but I kinda prefer the whole old and on the deathbed thing... faster with less fuss... don't get me wrong your theory is good but you know me I am just too caring and empathetic, if he wasn't already on his way out I would worry about developing feelings for him thus the fuss factor."

The Jester looks at Tomoe, "Ummm, well, you know..." for once at a loss for words Phineas stammers and stutters a bit then finally adds, "you... stop talking, please you are worse than Ferb... I feel another migraine coming on!"

Phineas turns back to Roselle, "I got everything I need but was thinking about the group we might look into seeing about a few minor healing potions. We have never worked together before and things can go sideways pretty fast when dealing with Goblins because they are small, cute and cuddly everyone tends to underestimate them. I know we got a cleric but those come in many flavors these days hard to tell if he tilts toward war, healing or somewhere in between so best not to assume, he has been rather tight-lipped after all. Besides even if he is a great healer, a potion or two in an extreme emergency would not hurt."

As an afterthought, the Jester adds, "but Rose Red, there is no shame in looking for a new suit of leather armor, if it's feeling a bit tight?"

Roselle nods to Phineas's statements and hums to herself then her cheeks start to warm into a pink. "My armor is fine for now... but healing potions wouldn't hurt. How much do you have on you Molly?" 

Phineas shrugs, "you know a girl like me has a lot of expenses, costs a lot these days to look pretty don't ya know but well I got 5 gold to my name give or take but don't worry the ale's I ordered in the tavern I told em that Menus the sweetie was picking up the tab so I didn't waste anything there," she beams proudly. "But I did have a thought how we could make some more money, do you have any idea how much an unsullied girl is worth these days, I figure that could be worth a potion or two." Giving a little sly sideways glance towards Tomoe, "but I think you should be the one to get that sword away from her first, that thing is a real deal breaker."

"With my 15... that'll give us 20.. " She grumbles softly and nudges Phineas shaking her head. "And no way, poor thing would either rip their heads off or she wouldn't stand a chance." 

Phineas nods, "yeah I was kind of thinking the same thing but frack, even with the one eye and lack of bedside manners a girl like that could garner a good price but when you are right you are right... would be way to much fuss and I hate fuss so lets just file that plan away for a rainy day shall we."

The Jester stomps her feet when she hears how much Roselle has, "there you GO, exactly proves my whole point about shopping with men, what you want to bet their purses are just bulging with coins they got little or no use for! It's a good thing that bald-dreadlocks bagman told me to come here and get what we needed and put it on the Mayor's account."

Roselle raises a brow at that, crossing her arms. "Repeat that? What about the Mayor's account?" Looking mildly interested she looks at the jester slyly

Phineas smiles, "yeah I guess the Mayor with town finances being what they are at the moment could not come up with a few coins to give us something upfront which is standard in just about any deal... well... long story short, he made arrangements to provide some basic starting gear on credit. Surprised me too, who knew politicians and bag men like mister dreads could be generous. But I don't know what the problem is you Rose Red, the legendary thief... umm rogue, why do you need to be buying things for anyway, I thought you just took what you wanted?"

"Yes but there are times where I'm feeling.... generous." She smirks to herself with a hum. 

Phineas, "yeah me too, empathetic and generous, that is why... back at the Rutting Deer  I put my order on Menu's tab I also told them to be sure to take a very generous tip for themselves knowing that Menus would be just that kind of guy to be a big tipper! Now, why don't you both go on inside and tell the owner the Mayor sent you to pick up the healing potions and I will wait for you here in case the ranger shows back up, he doesn't know to meet us at the statue."

Roselle hums and nods, heading inside though looking a little tense at this whole situation. She looks at Tomoe and gestures for her to follow as she enters

Phineas leans against the wall keeping a close watch for the ranger and/or anything that may be of interest or possible danger, she looks down at Ferb, "oh you worry too much, those two will be just fine! What... well I don't care what you think, I happen to be a very good person, deep down anyway. That ***** fortune teller said so at my last reading, I had her write it down and will show it to you later mister smartass Pooka!"

Tomoe concerned about the conversation about offering her body up for some potion. She instinctively places her hand on her katana and then let's go knowing that the two are joking. "Well at least one of them..." she thinks.

Roselle leading the way Tomoe follows directly behind her.

Roselle enters and looks around, her arms crossing over her chest as she hums thoughtfully, gazing around before she looks at Tomoe.