With his coin purse threatening to burst at the seams Frost jaunted over to the merchant's quarter in search of fine liquors and monster meat. He planned to use 4 of the gold coins for their celebration leaving the remaining 30 to be split evenly between himself, Borris and Avira.
Once the merchants learned of his generous budget they immediately started to pawn their wares, desperately trying to catch his favour. Unfortunately his only interest was in food and liquor leaving many depressed and downtrodden.
"I'm back."
"Oh great did you remember the booze?" Borris asked the moment Frost walked in the door, his back leaning against a soft chair while his feet rested next to the magic furnace, all he need now was a hard spirit and a cigar and he'd be golden.
"Welcome back, did you trade in the iceborne huntsman's fang?" Following Borris' voice was one belonging to a young woman.
