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Even though it is painfully early, he has most likely had enough rest and nobody would believe him if he cried thief, given the magical nature. He decides to leave immediately.

Once outside, he looks for a spot to seclude himself from the public so that he can double check his belongings to ensure everything is in place.
Stealth: 1D20+2+3 => (14 + 2 + 3) = 19

Hyne hides himself in the shadows between two buildings and checks his pack. Nothing is missing.

Hyne is unsure of the box, but comes to realize he has no proof anything would be in it to begin with. During the time he searches his possessions, he puts back on the black jacket.

He gazes up into the sky again with a more clear view, to better determine how far into the morning it is. Perhaps he might have time to visit some shops before the carriage leaves.

When he gets a clear view of the sky unobstructed by houses or trees, Hyne can see the horizon reddening. It will be morning soon.

It is entirely possible that some shops might be open this early.

He will look for the general store, then check if it is open. If not, see what shops happen to be available.

The streets are dark, but not completely empty. Many wagonmasters and coach-drivers are brining horses out from wherever they were stabled for the night, and getting them hitched to wagons.

The tent over the King's wagon is still up, but some soldiers are bustling around it.

Some cooking smells are coming from the direction of the market where Hyne dealt with the blacksmith the night before.

Other than that, few people are out and about this early. Most people must be sleeping off the drink.

The general store is indeed open. A coach driver and a guard are browsing the wares. A dwarven woman is behind the counter, looking cheerful.

Hyne looks for various containers, particularly a new bag that he can strap to himself, and anything that can act as additional padding; he takes a moment to look for tinned food and clothing for this purpose.

The trading post is well-stocked with an eclectic mix of all sorts of stuff.

There is a lot of fabric and clothing, but Hyne does spot a small selection of armor.

There are multiple shelves of canned food. They seem to be marked with small colorful painted labels depicting the fruit of vegetable inside, for the benefit of illiterate customers. Most of the tinned meat seems to be salted fish.

DM wrote:You can reasonably assume that Hyne can find almost anything on the following lists, although the prices might be different, and you can haggle.

* http://5thsrd.org/adventuring/equipment ... ring_gear/ (everything)
* http://5thsrd.org/adventuring/equipment ... ent_packs/ (everything)
* http://5thsrd.org/adventuring/equipment/tools/ (everything)
* http://5thsrd.org/adventuring/equipment/trade_goods/ (everything except platinum ingots)
* http://5thsrd.org/adventuring/equipment/armor/ (Light armor + hide armor + chain shirt only)
* There could also be a few wands and scrolls, but not very good ones.

You can also totally just make up some stuff that you want them to be selling.

Hyne chooses out a new satchel, roughly a bit larger than the package he carries.

He opts to find some thread and needle so he can repair his armor from the arrow shot. As for clothing, he searches out a replacement for his jacket that's torn- a thicker green traveler's jacket that should go well with the lighter colored pants he has currently. Finally, he finds a thin sheet he can use to pad his belongings, and then picks out three tins of food.

The woman behind the counter looks over Hyne's selections, counts on her fingers, and then says "That will be 4 gold and 5 silver, dearie!"

"How much is this!" calls the guard from across the room, holding up a leather pauldron.

"That'll be part of a set!" she calls back "Can't buy it by itself"

She rolls her eyes, and then winks conspiratorially at Hyne.

Hyne nods and gives the lady some money. He looks over to the guardsman looking for a new shoulder pad; one of those ones that add protection as well as make one look bulkier.

He looks back to the clerk, "Do you have a fitting room of sorts where I can sort my belongings?"

"You can use the washroom out back if you like" she says with a smile, and hands Hyne a key tied to a large gardening trowel.

The guard balances the pauldron on his shoulder and flexes while looking at himself in a small mirror that is tacked up on the wall near the clothing section.

Once Hyne is in private in the wash room, he takes off the black jacket then wraps the box with it, then wraps that with the thin blanket. Finally he stuffs the now padded box into his satchel.

He places the tins he bought next to his supply of rations in his main backpack.

Despite having bought the means to repair his leather armor, he decides there might not be much time. He instead puts back on the white undershirt meant for the black jacket, throws the satchel strap around his shoulder to have the box near him at all times, and finally puts on his new jacket over the strap. He carries his backpack from then on.

After leaving the store he heads off back to the wagon where he expects the driver making preparations.

The satchel is very comfortable, and seems to be of high quality. The box now is well packed away and fully out of sight.

Hyne heads towards the street where the coach is parked. The air is full of the sound of horses whinnying and clicking their hooves on the streets as coach drivers get them hooked up to their carriages and wagons.

He does not yet spot either Erato Borodubur nor the coachwoman who was driving Hyne's own carriage, but they could be nearby.

As Hyne starts down the street he can hear a shout coming from behind, in the direction of the Temple of Umbarlee. A man is running out the door and down the front steps

"Help! Help! Father Cygnus has been murdered!"

(He isn't addressing Hyne specifically, just shouting for all to hear.)

Hyne's attention turns to the sudden news. He hesitates to approach, not sure if he wants to press for questions before the guards do. He eventually steps closer to listen in if the man ever continues to explain.