OOC: since no one seems to have done the spells, I won't buy any.
"I'm sorry," the shop keeper says, "I'm afraid we have just closed for the evening. Perhaps you could come back tomorrow?"
Zanthos sighs and shakes his head. "No, I can't. I'm leaving this town first thing in the morning."
"Well, that's too bad. I'm sorry you won't have a chance to look at my magnificent spells. You can still look around for a little while as I close shop, but you're going to have to leave quite soon," the shopkeeper replies.
"Well, I might as well go now. There isn't much point to staying. Thanks for your time, though. Bye."
Zanthos walks glumly through the streets as he heads back to the inn where he is staying. He thinks about his lost chance to finally buy some cool cards, since he wasn't allowed to back home. This train of thought leads him to remember his father, mother, and grandparents, who he left behind without even saying goodbye.
"Just my luck, too. I leave home with an adventure to attend to, and I can't even find an open shop to buy cards from. Oh well, maybe I can find some at the next town I reach."
He reaches the inn and enters, still feeling quite depressed. The landlord asks if he wants some dinner, but Zanthos ignores him, lost in his own thoughts. He goes up to his room, shutting and locking the door behind him. As he undresses and climbs into bed, his last conscious thought is of his family that he left behind.
