Bell and Jonah follow Eina back out into the common area.

"Now then," Eina finally answered as she pushes her glasses up with her fingers on the bridge, "I'm going to be your adviser from here on out, Jonah."

"Um, thank you, Miss Eina," Jonah said somewhat uncomfortably. Great, now I have somebody else keeping watch over me. At least she's not like that goddess.

"Please, just call me Eina," she said warmly.

"Okay, ah . . . Eina," Jonah said with slight awkwardness.

"Okay, we're done here," Eina said. "You may both leave now."

"Thank you," Jonah said. "I think I'll go and cash in the rest of my stones."

And turns away.

"How do you keep that saw cleaver on your back like that and not cut up your coat?" Eina pondered.

"He told us that it's only sharp when he wants it to be and that the strap is enchanted to hold it," Bell answered instead. "He called it arcaning. But it has to do with magic."

"Oh, I get it," Eina mused. "Very clever, Jonah."

"Thank you," Jonah said.

Bell and the Good Hunter leave and turn back to wave goodbye to Eina who waves back. Jonah gets in line at one of the booths and presents the rest of his stones to the clerk who pulls the tray in, then pushes it back out with five large coins on it, one of which is bigger than the others he was first given.

"Twelve thousand valis," the clerk intoned.

Jonah takes the coins and turns away while putting them into one of his pockets that contains the other coins. Bell is standing there near the entrance, awaiting him. A girl with long blonde hair, blue eyes, and wearing a black and white robe walks in.

Flashes of the Doll and the Hunter's Dream appear before Jonah's eyes. The flashes instantly increase in frequency until he seems to be back in the Hunter's Dream.

"Jonah," the Doll called, softly, sweetly. "Jonah."

"Jonah!"

The Moon-scented Hunter jolts as if he had been asleep, then looks down at Bell.

"Jonah, are you all right?" Bell asked with a look of concern.

Jonah looks around to see other people staring back at him with quizzical expressions. Eina is wincing in concern and that girl he had been staring at gives him a wry expression.

"I'm sorry about that," Jonah said jovially with a wave in an attempt to cover it up. "I just got a lot on my mind, that's all. Let's go."

Jonah and Bell leave the Guild.

So you are gone now. Jonah thought as he had not experienced those eyes.

Outside, they stop to stand outside for a moment in front of the Guild.

"You said you wanted to go back into that dungeon?" Jonah asked.

"Yes?" Bell verified. "What about you?"

"Me, I'm going to explore this city some more. I'll be back at that ruin you call a home around midday. Is that alright?"

"Sure, that's fine with me," Bell answered with a smile and nod, which turns to concern. "But are you sure you're all right? At first I thought you were staring at that girl because you knew her, but you had this distant look in your eyes. You looked disturbed and that girl started to get scared."

"Yes, yes, I know," Jonah said with slight impatience with a wave. "But I feel fine now. So let's go about our respective businesses, okay?"

"Well okay," Bell said, then turns to hurry off with a wave. "See you later."

Such innocence. Jonah thought while giving a wave back to Bell. Hopefully that dungeon doesn't steal it.

The Good Hunter starts walking in a random direction and starts to think seriously on what had happened.

That was the third time already! Just what the hell is going on with me?! That never happened to me before! I need to get a grip or I could end up having whatever that was at the wrong time.

In an effort to clear his mind, Jonah tries to ponder on something else.

I should find some place that sells quicksilver, though there seems to be no such technology involving guns. I think I better find out if there is any place that sells chemical ingredients. I could keen my Insight for aid but that goddess might end up watching me at any moment as I do so. But I do know one place where they might help me.

Jonah enters the Hostess of Fertility. The staff take notice of him, but he motions for one of them to come over.

"Meow, you're back," Anya said. "But meow were just told that-"

"I know that, miss," Jonah cut her off. "I only came back to ask if you know of any place that sells chemical ingredients."

"Chemeow ingredients?" Anya pondered in confusion. "What are chemeow ingredients?"

Chemeow?! Jonah pondered in bemusement. "No, no, I said, kem-ee-kal."

"What I said," Anya answered in annoyance. "Chemeow."

"I think he might be talking about alchemy," Chloe surmised.

"Alchemy?" Jonah sneered, since he knows that it is a fraudulent discipline fraught with danger.

"We're not entirely sure if it's what you're looking for but there is a place called the Witch's Secret Shop." Chloe said.

"Doesn't sound secret," Jonah said dryly.

"That's certainly true," Anya answered in same said manner. "But it's nowhere near here and getting there is comewcated."

"Well then can you at least give me a general place?" Jonah asked. "I'm sure someone in that location can help me further."

Anya hums. "Nope, sorry I don't meow," she said with disappointment.

"Neither do I," Chloe said. "I'll see if anyone else knows."

As she goes into the kitchen.

"Hey, does anyone know where the Witch's Secret Shop is located?" Chloe was heard saying. "That man who came in here yesterday because of Anya's singing is now back and wants to know where it is."

"That's going to be a problem," an unknown female voice called. "I know where it is but it's too complicated to give directions over. But if it's of any help, it's to the northwest of here."

"Understood," Chloe was heard saying, then emerges from the kitchen.

"I heard," Jonah sighed, then more hopeful. "But if it is northwest of here, that narrows down my search. So thank you anyway."

Jonah leaves and heads up the street as he thinks about his situation

As bad as alchemy is, they might have quicksilver, charcoal, sulphur, and rockpeter. No choice, I am going to have to keen my Insight for this and risk that goddess at the wrong time.

He keens his Insight and focuses on a path to that place in question that starts alongside him as a street alongside the Hostess of Fertility, and he travels up that street.

Jonah arrives at his destination.

Good. He thought. She did not decide to check up on me.

The Moon-scented Hunter notices two beautiful females approaching from down the street.

That woman is quite fetching and the younger one is a pretty girl herself. He mused.

The older one has a stoic expression with green eyes and long matching hair that is tied back in a low ponytail. She is wearing a white cloak over a green coat with yellow borders, a yellow sash, a black belt, black leggings, and long brown boots, and is holding a large staff. The younger one has blue eyes, long strawberry blonde hair with bangs with the rest tied back into a higher pony tail. She is wearing a rosette pink shoulder cape over a white blouse with a purple bow, a pink corset dress, white stockings, and pink stilettos.

They turn away before him and go down a flight of stairs. Jonah arrives just as they are standing before a green door of which the orange haired one is about to open.

Wait, isn't that? Jonah thought.

"Excuse me," he called down, causing those two females to pause and look back up at him. "Is that the Witch's Shop?" Not wanting to use Secret as it seems ridiculous to use that name in a public context.

"Yes, it is," the strawberry blonde answered while gesturing at the door she is about to open.

Jonah descends the stairs as they enter with the strawberry blonde opening the door for the woman and even keeps it open for Jonah.

"I got it, thank you," he said as he clasps the door, causing her to let go and join her friend.

They walk further into the store as Jonah enters. He closes the door and looks around. There are shelves and bins full of various sundries. There is a counter with an old woman sitting at it. She has a large nose, warty face, long fingernails, and wears black robes with a pointed hat sitting in front of a cauldron filled with green bubbling liquid.

"Ah, good day to you Riveria, Lefiya," the old woman said in delight.

"Hello, Lenoa," Riveria answered.

"Hello, Miss Lenoa," Lefiya added.

"Come to get your staff tuned up again, Riveria?" Lenoa inquired.

"That I have," Riveria answered as she gave her staff to Lenoa to take. "Good sir," Lenoa next said to Jonah, "I'll deal with you in a moment after I put my honoured customer's staff in the nearby room."

"I understand," Jonah said cordially.

Lenoa walks away and into an adjacent room as the other two walk over to a nearby corner out of the way. Jonah in the meantime looks around the place. He glances at those two still standing nearby, looking around but at times glancing at him.

"Now then," Lenoa asked, getting Jonah's attention to see her back at the counter. "How may I help you, good sir?"

"Do you have any quicksilver?"

"Quicksilver?" Lenoa pondered. "What do you need that for? Are you trying to create the elixir of life?" Then chuckles.

"No," Jonah said intently. "It's for . . . practical purposes."

Not wanting to admit bullets in case it might reach the wrong ears.

Lenoa stares up at him for a moment. "Just a moment, good sir." As she gets up, then returns to that adjacent room and starts rummaging. She soon makes her way back to the counter with a wooden box.

"This is all the quicksilver that I have in stock," Lenoa said while placing it on the counter.

There are five clear corked bottles in varying sizes lying side-by-side, each full of the liquid silver. Jonah picks up each bottle to examine; the smallest being the size of his pinkie toe and the biggest the size of his thumb.

"One thousand valis for the smallest, six thousand for the biggest," Lenoa said. "The rest is negotiable."

"Do you also have any charcoal, sulphur, and rockpeter?" Jonah asked while still holding one of the bottles.

"That I do," Lenoa answered. "It's on the shelf over there." As she points it out. "It's one hundred valis a scoop. Be careful not to contaminate them."

Jonah puts down the vial of quicksilver and searches inside of his coat.

Ah, here. He thought as he takes out a small sack, then walks over to the shelves. He sees that each of them has their own small scoop stuck into them.

Since they are all labelled, he is able to find charcoal, then counts out the scoops aloud for Lenoa to hear. He next takes out two more small bags and repeats this for the sulphur and the rockpeter respectively, then heads back over to the counter and places the three small sacks on the counter.

"This much would be six hundred valis, correct?" Jonah asked.

"Correct," Lenoa verified.

"Now then," Jonah said as he reaches back into that box of quicksilver, "I will be taking this one." Picking up the largest vial.

"That will be six thousand six hundred valis in total," Lenoa said.

Jonah takes out the coins and counts out that sum, of which Lenoa takes and recounts. "A pleasure doing business with you, hee-hee." Giggling while closing her hand, making the coins jingle.

The Good Hunter puts the items away on himself then turns to leave; taking a moment to glance at those two ladies.

"Good day," he said cordially to them with a nod, of which they return.

"Please come again," Lenoa called as Jonah exits.

The door closes.

"He was a very interesting man," Lenoa mused at the Elves. "Handsome too. Maybe he tickles your fancies, Lefiya, Riveria?"

"Wha-What are you saying?" Lefiya sputtered with reddened cheeks.

But Riveria merely gives Lenoa a lazy wry expression.

"Hmm, quicksilver, charcoal, sulphur, and rockpeter," Lefiya pondered while rubbing her chin. "What could he want with those?"

"Mixing charcoal, sulphur, and rockpeter will create an explosive powder," Lenoa said.

"What could he want explosive powder for?" Lefiya pondered.

"Who knows?" Riveria shrugged.

"But if mixing those ingredients together will create something explosive, shouldn't there be a watch put out on him?" Lefiya pondered nervously.

"Now Lefiya, we just can't go make wild accusations," Riveria rebuked mildly.

"But I still can't help but feel that something is off about him," Lefiya said suspiciously. "I mean, he had that menacing looking weapon on his back."

"You're perceptions are sharp, my dear," Lenoa mused. "That man has the look of someone who has faced horrors so many times and triumphed."

The two Elves exchange looks of uncertainty.