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For every ration Balthazar secured for Storm's Edge, he kept one for Scalvoris. One of the reasons he needed to book passage back to Scalvoris- apart from the Shades pursuing him, was that Balthazar did not think he could carry all of the supplies he needed to transport back with him through the Untold and he really did not want to lose them. Yet to-trial he had nothing in his heart but himself. He'd been growing frustrated as of late due to his lack of progress and the distance from his home. Most nights he didn't take control of his dreams, he dreamed of Faldrass. He relived the eruption and the horrors he'd seen helping clean up the damage. He saw the mangled bodies, the dead, the weak and the injured. In his dreams he could make them whatever they needed but it did nothing to take away the pain he felt when he awoke and thought of them waiting for his help back in Scalvoris.
Fuego had not spoken with Balthazar in a few trials and the mage assumed it was because the diri was angry with him. Balthazar had promised they were going to return to Scalvoris and then the Shade diverted him. At least to-trial Fuego was willing to ride on Balthazar's shoulder again as they moved through the Glass Quarter to the unique shop that they'd heard about. Nimue walked beside Balthazar with some childish interest in the idea of dressing up but she had no plans to attend the Ball with Balthazar. He did not plan to bring her anchor because he did not plan to bring weapons. Nimue did not mind, she had better uses for her time, but she wanted to see Balthazar dress up so she lurked around him in softly materialized form as he passed through the threshold into the shop.
"Any idea what you want?" Nimue asked as she took a casual glance at the room. Fashion had interested her more in life than it did in death. Now she didn't have simple desires or hobbies, merely her obsession and smaller obsessions bound to it. Yet she would enjoy admiring Balthazar as he fumbled through making all his decisions. He didn't spend large amounts of money often but the Glass Quarter seemed to demand such patronage. If he didn't spend it here, he'd spend it somewhere else in the Quarter- so why not here? Balthazar had heard that this boutique could do some interesting things with fabric colors.
"Not really." He admit as he slowly shifted to the nearest rack. He didn't know exactly what he was looking for but as his hands slipped over the different materials he narrowed it down a little. Certain fabrics he touched were softer than others and Balthazar decided rather quickly that he enjoyed the soft feeling against his skin. Whatever he decided to get, he wanted it to be soft.



