Mattias leans back against the sturdy wooden posts supporting the noticeboard. Happy to watch the others negotiate the crowds, he lifts his hood over his head and continues to keep an eye on his new companions.

[Thardigord]
"As hot and spicy as the blazing afternoon of Risingsun, huh? Very well, Master Dwarf." The vendor reaches under part of the counter and brings out a mortar and pastel, then reaches up picking off four of the dried red peppers and places them into the mortar and pastel. The old man grinds the peppers into a powder and dumps the powder into the scrambled egg, mixing it in with the rest. Once the mixture is fully cooked, he splits it in half placing each half onto the burrito. With years of practice he rolls up the bread and filling into a closed cylindrical shape, wraps a sheet of parchment around half and hands them both over to Thardigord. "Enjoy. Also, the Curium is just around the corner on the left, just a little ways past the blacksmith. There is a sign hanging off the building with a picture of a mortar and pastel with the letters CU on the bowl." He says with a smile and a wave of his hand.

As Tarkin approaches with directions, Nadarr turns his attention from the members of the GoR back towards the task at hand. He approaches the two, noticing Umuni’s discomfort. Glancing at the fleeing children, he places an arm on her shoulder in support. “Don’t let them bother you. We should get what we need, yes? Then I say we retire for the night and set out in the morning.” He talks amiably, hoping that bring up the mission will help settle the half-orc.

"Sure, we don't need to talk about it... And the kids, no, they don't bother me. Kids are kids, after all. Though I wouldn't mind hurrying things up here, if I had a chance." Seeing the group already had made some movement toward advancing to the shop they were looking for, Umuni prepares herself to go back to walking, trying to go close to the frount of the group, but not in first, since she didn't know the way.

As you make your way through the market, following the directions that you all got from Tarkin and Thardigord, you pass the blacksmith where a dragonborn with dull gold scales is outside hammering away at a freshly heated chunk of metal. You pass by two more buildings before you see a sign hanging off the third that has a mortar and pastel with the letters CU on the bowl. As you all enter the shop you hear the light ringing of a bell and see that it is a well kept and organized shop with barrels and crates of dried herbs and spices on one side. On the other side are shelves with vials of different oils and liquids. At the back of the shop is a counter with more shelves behind it that have what looks like finished products and a section of shelves are missing to reveal a doorway leading to a back room. Everything in the shop is neatly labeled and priced. From somewhere in the back you hear a voice call out, "Just a minute." There is the sound of things being rattled around, a loud thud followed by someone saying, "Dagnabbit." From the back room walks a balding, portly halfling that is wearing simple clothes but they look well taken care of, "Oh, got me some unusual customers today. So, what can ol' Milo do for y'all?" He says looking at the group.

Nadarr nods to the blacksmith, having visited him several times previously while in the Guard to repair gear and the like. Following the group into the Curium, he takes up a position next to Umuni. When Milo walks out from the back, he bows deeply and says ”Nadarr Redmark, at your service, my good sir. My companion here was looking for specific ingredients to make an antitoxin or five. We were told you may have what she needs.” With that, he steps back and allows Umuni to inquire about the specific ingredients she requires.

Stepping into The Curium, Mattias dips his head and removes his hood, it is only polite. Waiting for Umuni to take the lead, he looks over the shelves, looking for a simple healer's kit for use in the field.

Thardigord doesn't know if he can bring and eat food inside the shop so he waits outside munching his spicy burrito while passing time watching the dull dragonborn blacksmith do his or her job.

Thardigord can't tell which is which as he's busy enjoying his lunch.

Umuni looks around the room, already have some familiarity with a lot of the items there, and approaches the halfling.

"Uhm, I believe you could guess, but we're adventurers, and we plan on fighting some poisonous creatures. We need antitoxins to handle our next challenge. I was part of the alchemist's guild in Kinjunction, so I could make my own if I had the ingredients. I just want to know how much would the materials for one vial cost?"

[Mattias]
You easily spot a healer's kit behind the counter with its label on the shelf under it and the label reads: Healer's kit (5gp). As you looked for the healer's kit, you also spot a label that reads: Antitoxin (50gp).

[Ununi]
"Anitoxins, eh? I've got those, they'll run ya fifty gold each. As for the materials, that will run ya about twenty-five gold per pound. For one vial you can get away with a quarter pound, which would be around seven gold." 

Insight - 11 

Mattias totals the prices and considers whether Umuni is being offered a fair price. Stepping towards the counter, he points through the glass towards the healers kit. "I'll take one of those, and I'll chip into the reagents for the antitoxin."

Umuni gives a small check on her bag, before returning to talk with the halfling with a grin.

"Sounds good to me, I'd be buying a pound of ingredients, but I don't think we'll need that amount right now..." She places 7 gold coins on the table. "If I could get more I would, but for now, I want to take a quarter of a pound."

[Mattias]
From what you can see and gather from Milo, the halfling, his is selling everything at a reasonable price. You also gather that this halfling is very meticulous with how he keeps his shop and even does business. You can easily make the assumption that if you were to move around the containers of dried herbs and spices that there wouldn't be a spec of dirt or debris behind them. The other thing you gather is that, despite the reaction of the people you have passed by, Milo does not seem to be phased by Umuni's appearance. Milo turns to you and says, "A healer's kit will run ya five gold pieces, and how much of the antitoxin materials did ya want?"

[Umuni]
Milo takes the gold counting it out in his hand before walking around the counter and going about gathering a quarter pound of antitoxin materials. As Milo walks around his shop, you can see that he has a small limp to his left leg, but he doesn't seemed bothered by it. Milo returns back behind the counter ingredients in hand and pulls out a scale from under the counter; weighing out precisely a quarter pound of ingredients. He places them into a small brown bag and hands it over to Umuni. "There ya are. One quarter pound of antitoxin ingredients. If ya are good at the craft, you could get two vials from this amount."

Mattias cocks his head at Umuni and shrugs. "Just the kit then please, the lady is handling the reagents." 

Digging into a pouch, Mattias digs out the gold and holds it in his outstreched hand for Milo. 

Milo takes the gold from Mattias' hand and counts it out before putting it away. He turns around and walks into the back room, after a few seconds he comes out with a healer's kit and hands it over to Mattias. "There ya are, one healer's kit. Anythin' else I can get y'all today?"

(Edit: I sent a message and lost the newest one from Karnic, here is it corrected.)

"I'm done here. Good to make business with you, maybe I'll come back here another time." Umuni takes the bag of ingredients, and looks back to the group that wasn't buying nothing. "Are we ready to go? I already got what I needed."

Mattias shakes his head, handling the healers kit with care. Looking round to the rest of the Rough Riders, he asks "Anything else for anyone else?"

Nadarr shakes his head. ”I’m ready if our resident alchemist is.”

Tarkin nods "If we are done here, I am ready to head out"

Thardigord was busily watching while the dragonborn blacksmith does its work with its hammer when he heard his comrade called them.

"This dwarf of yers is ready for tomorrow morning's departure. Let's go back to headquarters and get well rested."