Where do I buy a tub?

Edmund frowns when Dantalion grabs him but doesn't move away from the other Ancient's grip. And as the man speaks, he's glad for the other Ancient's presence. This stranger is...off. Not hearing the dragon? That knowing look? That sends warning bells and trepidation through Edmund. He eyes the paper and pursues his lips in thought. "If we agree to help you, would water from Frey's Breath work?" The way Dantalion had spoken, the place sounded like it wasn't' too far away. "And what's with the paper?" He left the true negotiation of reward to his older counterpart. Dantalion had picked up on the stranger's oddness before he did. Perhaps the other Ancient would have a better idea for a reward? Edmund the prince of torchline