Cal heads to the magic shop.

Blushing and changing the subject, Naomi announced that for her, weapons were the utmost priority and marched off, determined to get some free, or heavily discounted, equipment from the local smith. As she watched Naomi leave, Cal nodded decisively. "I have heard that the local curio shop has a more broad assortment than might be expected. Additionally the owner is apparently a true academic, interested in knowledge above all else. Perhaps this will make it easier to persuade him to relinquish his speaking stones... assuming he has any."

Xinae's smug voice once again piped up from the table. "What knowledge can you give him? Show him what a monk's tits look like? Hehehhhh..." Cal's unwavering stoicism always unsettles Xinae, which inevitably leads to her going way too far to try and get a rise out of her. "Or, uh, what a Godtouched's pussy tastes like??" The rogue started to slowly open her other eye, trying to catch the tiniest hint of a reaction on Cal's face. "Or wait, or wait, maybe you can teach him what it's like to have a really fucking hot bitch ride his dick completely emotionlessly???" At this point she was desperately staring into Cal's golden eyes, imagination running as fast as it could. "Yeah, or maybe he has like a pet imp and he can watch you suck it off???? Maybe you could let him and the imp doubleteam you and then - " She stopped, embarrassed and admitting defeat, as Cal started to elegantly make her exit. The monk noted demurely on the way out, "I do not think it will come to that, but thank you for your enthusiasm. If you wish to investigate possible employment, feel free, but... please refrain from getting into any trouble, Xinae. Please."

Cal made for a eyecatching sight wherever she went, but especially in a nowhere town like this. Her divine heritage had blessed her with incredibly stunning looks, and her decades of training to perfect her physical form had given her an impeccably lithe, athletic body. Her face was an otherworldly work of art, and if you somehow managed to drag your eyes away from it you were rewarded with the sight of a sporty hourglass body barely hidden by tightly wrapped robes and, occasionally visible under them, a pair of shorts that left nothing to the imagination. Many of the townsfolk couldn't help but watch her pass, try as they might to resist, but even the more openly lecherous stares were returned only with a palpably uncaring golden gaze.

Turning from the town's high street (such as it was), she headed into a series of alleys packed with nameless, cramped specialty shops of all kinds. It took her an hour and a few wrong addresses, but eventually she found the curio shop that the tavern owner had described; a thin, crooked building covered in vines.