Where do I buy a tub?

Edmund lets out a long exhale. "Ok." Stepping around Dantalion, he takes out his waterskin from his jacket and hands it over the stranger, his other hand outreached for the piece of paper. "Hand the paper over." The young Ancient's hackles remain raised, his body coiled and ready to spring at the first sign of deceit or danger. He doesn't like this, but giving up some of his water might be worthwhile. Depending on what this strange man is holding that is. Edmund really isn't sure what he's expecting. A map, a note, a drawing? Regardless, the strange man seems to consider it valuable. That alone is enough to make the young Ancient curious. Edmund the prince of torchline