You return.

You make your way back, it is an uneventful trip. You spot the Faerie kneeling along the edge of the pond. He appears to be praying. Soft spoken words whispered under his breath, causing subtle ripples in the pond's serene water. Once he finishes, he looks up to address you.

"I take it that my remedy worked, yes?" He lets out a bemused chuckle. "While you were pumping out your potency, I was preparing some supplies you'll be needing for your quest."

The lithe man rummages through the inside of his robes, pulling out a small satchel. There's nothing distinct or inherently unusual about it. It does, however, look worse for wear. Its leather is tarnished and faded orange splotches coat it. Some of the seams are undone, but it doesn't harm the satchel's overall integrity. "Here. Everything you'll need is inside this."

Your brow raises in slight disbelief, he notices and chuckles. "I know what you must be thinking, but trust me, this small satchel will be indispensable to you and your journey~."

"Now, as for where you'll be going..."