Late in the evening, at Trollskull Manor, after putting down coin to cover her room for the night, the Crimson Wind obtains permission to step into the kitchen for a quick appraisal. It doesn't take long for the sound of cabinets opening to start, followed by rummaging, followed by muttering.

    Soon after that, containers start rolling or flying out the door to land in a loose pile.

    "Old." Thud. "Fine. Fine. -ugh, old." Thud. "Old." Thud. "Crap." Thud. "Fine. Old." Thud. "Fine. Fine. Fi- ..." One hand emerges briefly from the kitchen, shaking a small jar before dropping it in the pile. "Lether, whoever sold you this paprika ripped you off. Don't know what the hell it's cut with, but more'n half of this ain't paprika." And then she's back in the kitchen. "Crap. Fi... barely fine. Fine. Ugh, this dried meat looks older than me."

    By the end of the night, Kanna has decided she's going on a long shopping trip the next day.