Cory laughed with the 2 young men and 2 young women he had been chatting with for the past quarter of an hour or so. He had overheard them wanting to celebrate an engagement and decided they might be potential customers. The girls seemed reluctant at his offers and claims, but after some hushed tones about what a little smoke could do for a man, the betrothed was interested. He sat with them for a few minutes after the young man, Trent, tried Sunshine for the first time. It was fun for Cory to see people enjoy his concoction and see their eyes light up as the weight of the world lifted off of them in a place like the Rust for awhile. His friends were much more curious after that but wanted to see how Trent felt after before trying as well. Cory promised he would find them as he already knew Trent would feel great later and bid them a good night. He of course had no idea if any of that was true. He was just trying to act like the peddlers he had seen in his old village hawking their wares. Promises of cures for this and that, better life, stronger muscles and everything else under the sun. He walked out of the tavern a few vials lighter and several coins richer. He would need to expand this quickly to make his deadline. “A means to an end” he reminded himself. As the he took a couple twists and turns back to the flat, he was trying to be more careful these days, especially when that Rollo character already knew about him, and it never hurt to be more aware of the surrounding geography, his mind drifted back to “The Fang” and his invite. That was another potential means to an end. He wasn’t sure how the heels were going to help him in this endeavor, and they didn’t seem all that great of an option nowadays either. The Cloaks on the other hand…that had some real merit. What had he said “work that matters”. That phrase had been on repeat in his head just like the beautiful singing of the elven bard had been in his ears for at least a week. He believed Garret too. He didn’t think his temporary occupation would sit well with the cloaks so decisions would need to be made. Take a risk to stay in just to get out quickly…or make Silverbrook his home and try to don the cloak. He was starting to realize the past several weeks were starting to make him ask himself too many serious questions for a boy that was content with just following orders.