🎀 Wisteria 🎀

Mirastir lingered at the outpost, said a silent prayer... It took some time, of course, but in the end, he decided to return to the "Griffins" headquarters. He idled around, listened to what people were saying, and prayed to Arteria again near the statue. And when his stomach started rumbling, he went to Raphael:
— Hello, listen, who is in charge of purchasing supplies? I'm afraid we'll have problems tomorrow too, not just the city; there's nothing left in the warehouses.

— No one, — Raphael replied without looking up, dismissing the question with a wave of his hand. — There are plenty of restaurants in the city.
He found him meticulously rewriting something in one of his books. Today, the merchant finally caught up with his usual routine: in bed until lunchtime, and after lunch, he decided to immediately take care of minor tasks so he could get to the good drinks earlier. While filling out the table, he paused and scanned all the data. Frowning and stroking his mustache, he clicked his tongue, closed the book, and snapped the lock. Looking up, he was surprised to find Mirastir standing nearby and spent a few moments trying to understand the situation.
Putting the book back in its place, he abruptly stood up from the chair and reached for his coat:
— Let's go. We'll see what's going on with the supply issue, and we'll also check "Salamandra" – compare prices; that will give us a clear picture.
As he left the room, he also grabbed his three men.