Days later. Inside a town not far from the border…
The chatter of voices overlapping over each other, merchants calling out prices and buyers haggling for better deals droned in a cacophony around Finn as he weaved his way through a crowded market district with measured steps, a canvas bag of supplies slung over one shoulder.
This was his second time coming to this town. The first time was to scout for information. He hadn't interacted with anyone at the time. But this time he did, though only to the vendor he purchased some supplies from — food to last him and the other two Transcendents at least a month.
Not that they couldn't survive without sustenance for extended periods, or at least forage for food when required. But coming to this town also offered Finn information about the latest developments in regards to the underground facility they had escaped from a few days ago.
