"Sounds like a good idea." Shaun nods. "Maybe later, we can look for someone to check it, just in case. Someone has to be keeping track. Mind you, I don' trust most of the apothcary things they keep advertising. Crawford Starrick's a templar so his syrup's probably mind controlling." He smiles back.

"As far as milk goes, we're probably in luck. They ship in things from farmers, right?"