There was much to prepare and no time left. The woolen pelt was dragged off the shelf and draped around his shoulders, the tunic buttoned closer and his boots put on as he prepared a journey to the town.
It was far sooner than he would have liked to take such a trip but he had little choice, it would be impossible to wait. He threw the sack over his shoulder and pulled the hood over his head. He double checked the items on him to make sure he had everything and once certain he said his farewells to the dogs and made his way off.
As he walked he quietly chanted everything he needed to get, putting a small tune to each word so it rolled off like a small song which would hopefully help him remember as he repeated it over and over to himself.
"Sour milk, flour, dried fruit and ham.
Visit Barliman to pick up a small keg.
Stop by the butcher to fetch a leg o' lamb.
Two cone o' sugar, sack o' beans and egg."
