"Do you want us to wait with the cart?" Clyde asks.
"Probably a good idea." Aiden says, getting down, and helping Emma down from her seat.
The woman warily watches Aiden and Emma approach. "Are you seeking a witch's wares?"
Emma tries to give the apprehensive looking woman what she hoped was a comforting smile, "My husband spotted you over here, and thought you might be able to help us with some herbs that we need to perform a kind of ritual...or spell I guess you might say. We have a list if what we need. I'm trying to avoid going into a swamp full of crocodiles to get it. Do you think you can help us?" She asks, while having Aiden take out the list they had made of the ingredients needed for the spell to stop the carriage, and put the spirit at peace.
As she lets the woman look over the list, she briefly explains about the carriage and what they were hoping to accomplish.
As she quickly finishes up her summary of what was going on she adds, "I know the task we have set before us is not going to be an easy one, so if there is any way you can help us with any of these ingredients, we would just appreciate you and your time ever so much." She says with the utmost sincerity.
"Easily done, but there is a price for convenience," the woman answers with a toothy grin. She produces three small bundles of herbs from a box by her feet. "Thirty gold...each."
Emma arches a brow slightly as she counts out the required ninety gold, "I can't help but feel that you're slightly taking advantage of the situation, but since I don't fancy wrestling with a Croc, or ending up as lunch for one, you got a deal. Thank you for the herbs, it really does save us a lot of time." She says, handing the gold over to the woman.
The woman quickly pockets the coins. "A pleasure to do business with you. May you have safe travels."
Emma heads back to the wagon with Aiden. Once they're seated again she says, "Alright, let's head out. I think we're supposed to head South out of town." She directs while looking at the rough map the Elven woman had made for them.
"Oh, you got a map?" Rosie asks as the group makes their way out of town.