So ends another productive day of adventuring for Lucinia. The anaconda alchemist picked up the last pair of opened glass vials, tipping out the dregs of colourful potions which had been weaponised during the most recent monster encounter she had won. A pair of wandering gnolls had crossed Lucinia's path, and saw an opportunity to eat. Funnily enough, Lucinia had the exact same idea. The anaconda pressed the cork stoppers into the vials with her clawed thumb, and wedged the little vials through the window of her taut, leather bodice, down the moist depth of her prodigous cleavage. The most secure pocket that no thief would dare to pick. Besides, nobody would think of crossing a dullahan. If her party trick of harmlessly removing her head and carrying it under her arm didn't scare them away — then the threat of a short, slimy slide past her accommodating jaws would be a lesson to be learned from — if they ever saw daylight again. Lucinia slithered on, checking the two gnoll-sized bulges down in her mid-tail as all 30 ft of the multi-tonne anthro anaconda headed back to town with a satisfied smile in her pretty, purple snake eyes. She gave her dark-green scales a quick dusting-off, nodding in approval at her tidy appearance. She tied back her long, white hair that had come undone during the two gnolls' earlier struggles. They were decidedly stilled, noticably smaller than when they had fallen to Lucinia. That was just the way the cookie crumbled, Lucinia knew that. Considering her potion supplies would need replenishing, she deigned to seek out natural herbal and fungal ingredients to help fortify her alchemical concoctions. On her way back to town, she picked sprigs, berries and mushrooms and dropped them into her hip-mounted satchel, for later cataloguing. Finally back into the town proper, she stopped in the high street, the muddy road dirtying her underbelly, to her chagrin. "Right, I should figure out which businesses are still open at this time of the evening. Where do I visit first for supplies, then?"