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Tarlok nodded, smiling with something like relief. Good - he'd gotten through.
"No one in particular comes to mind, but I'll ask around and see what I can find for you." he said agreeably. He knew an herbalist - she seemed especially promising. She lived in town, and surely she had sources who lived out in the wilds or in the less tamed settlements.
"Weapons... That I can find for you. Good ones." Unbidden, his mind was already supplying plans for aquiring magic resources. Good quality staves. Who had decent staves, who had the best, which were really worth it in cost. Who would ask too many questions, who would ask too few.
"Books, too, if we can't find a mentor." Those were easy enough. "There are guides... I'd need a day or two to get them..." His mind reached a peak of activity, sliding into the strategic role with ease.
He stood and paced. "Obviously, guides can't give you everything but I think they'd help... Food." he interrupted himself, "Food to start with would be a good idea. That can be gotten pretty easily..." He knew, on some level, that he should probably stop. This was her fight.
But he was a merchant, born to supply, and he couldn't help it.
