Hyacinth's ritual senses inform her that the meat is a decent option for offerings, while the bleak essence is absolutely a viable reagent wherever she needs to refer to corrupted and toxic things.

"Both of these have some potential. The bleak essence is... nasty. It's got the ritual aspect of corruption and toxicity. The meat could be a viable offering, though I don't know who or what would accept it. I'm not sure I'd risk using it given that it was taken from a corrupted beast though; I don't particularly want my ritual to accidentally incorporate that kind of aspect, you know?"

"Yeah, I can see some ways that could go badly sideways." She vanishes the materials back into her inventory, then draws her sword for a moment to use the flat of her shadow cutter to disintegrate any residue left behind, before sheathing it again and taking Sin's hand.

Sin flushes a little, but takes Sable's hand. 

And off they go to market together. 

"I think we should watch for... candles, lamp oil, salt... really basic ingredients, you know? I doubt we'll find too much fancy out here, though naturally if you spot anything that looks exciting point it out."

Sable smiles warmly and nods.

The general store turns out to have some basic candles in a variety of sizes, a few oil lamps, plenty of lamp oil, salt, and a collection of some locally-gathered herbs, all of which register as passable reagents. 

Sable steps over to grab the lamp and candles and oil.

Hyacinth takes a moment to peruse the herbs. She doesn't know the names of any of these, but they're certainly alive to her ritual senses... 

She checks the placards. Basil, rosemary, thyme, mint, marjoram, parsley, coriander, sage, chives and dill. 

If she only knew more about herb lore...

She reaches out her hand and listens to her new senses. 

The basil feels heavy and rich, like a shield or a coin. A serious herb for serious people. 

The rosemary feels clear, like a breath of fresh air. It also feels a little like she knows it, like she has some connection. The sage is similar, but with less of a sense of connection to it.

Thyme and Parsley are uplifting and warm. Like a coal in the heart. Mint... vital and green, bursting with life. The marjoram has a sense of radiating light. The coriander reminds her of Sable, a little, while the dill reminds her a little of herself. 

She tries the chives three times, but they don't seem to have any detectable affinity. 

It's strange, the second sense she has. Synesthetic and yet so real. 

The rosemary is strongly aromatic, and would probably make a good incense...

She looks over at Sable. "I think we should pick up some rosemary for sure. The rest are less certain to be useful, but the rosemary is very aromatic and would probably serve well as an incense. It feels... clarifying. I think it would work well with a meditative ritual." 

"Herbs are definitely worth having on hand, both as reagents and to make camp meals more pleasant. I wouldn't mind paying for more than just the rosemary."

"Then I'd like some thyme, mint, basil, marjoram, coriander and dill. If we're going for everything that's reasonably unique."

Sable scoops up some of each of those, along with quite a bit of rosemary, and carries it all to the counter. "Anything else you want to grab?"

She pauses for a moment, and then a sly smirk comes to her face. "I could use a proper athame."

Sable grins wryly. "That'll be at the smith, not here, but certainly."

She turns to the clerk. "All this plus half a cord of firewood?"

"Six crowns four silver, dear."

"Thanks!" Sable counts out the coins and hands them over, then turns to Sin. "I'll let you hold onto those, sweetie. I can just ask you for the herbs if I need them for cooking."

Awww, she called her sweetie...

Hyacinth nods and smiles and gathers up her herbs and places them in inventory, along with the candles. "It'll be really fun to try this out," she says. "Let's head over to the smith's, then."

Sable squeezes Sin's hand and leads the way outside, then scoops quite a lot of firewood from a stack against the wall of the general store into her inventory. That done, she leads the way to the smith. Soon they're looking at a collection of assorted blades.

"I don't want anything fancy," Hyacinth says. "They say it's best to use your ritual implements in your daily life as well, so something that's easy to handle and generally versatile would be best."

Sable nods and picks out a basic camp and cooking knife from a shelf, tests the edge, and brings it up to the counter.

"Seven silver, lass."

She pays the man and passes it to Sin.

Sin accepts it and inventories it.

"Thank you, darling," she says. "Now let's go see about the meditation."

Sable smiles a bit sappily, takes Sin's hand, and leads the way out of town. "It's a beautiful afternoon, and I have a beautiful girl accompanying me."

Hyacinth raises an eyebrow. "Who's accompanying who, now?" But she can't keep it up and breaks out into giggles. 

"You're beautiful too," she says. "When we get there I'll need you to stand watch for me, okay? I have little awareness of my outside senses when I'm meditating, and there are potentially things out there that could threaten me even while I'm actively on fire."

"Anything that tries will find itself rapidly regretting its life choices," Sable replies confidently.