And the door slammed shut, and Adaron sped down the alley from where the tavern was nestled. He would need a few things for his journey for he knew he was heading far and back to where the diggers first found this lovely piece of information in his hands. Dust or no dust, he didn't need her to find the Heart, that he could do himself. First things first, however, he wasn't on the road yet.
Adaron moved quickly through alleys and backstreets like a jungle cat, heading to a general store that resided just on the outskirts of town, right where he needed to be. It was closed this time of night, but he was sure the owner wouldn't miss a few things if he dropped in as a visitor. City guards would be on the lookout for someone like him and he plannned to be long gone by the time they caught up to him.
He was careful with the lock this time, the old memories of cracking locks coming back to him. It was simpler than using the Eye, sometimes it was easier to use your hands to break things open. Once inside, he wasted no time going for a leather bag and filling it with supplies.