Damon didn't waste time. Once everyone had gathered back at the inn, he laid out the situation in crisp detail. There was no need for the others to hover around the city streets where he already had his senses locked on.
"Keep your eyes sharp, but don't linger here. We need resources. So you guys can head over to the nearby villages, towns, and even roadside stalls. Buy whatever you can and strip them clean of anything useful. Herbs, ores, rare beast parts, talismans, tools, weapons. Buy anything of value."
While Damon was still not sure of the whole guild creation, he knew that operating one required a shit ton of resources. Mountains of resources. Not a handful. Not a pile. Mountains. One needed money to make more money. That's just how things worked.
