"I like the smiling face of this Will, he does like friendly and much of a menace... I wonder what kind of workshop is it about". Lerak takes the poster with him "Could be usefull to have this with us"

The dazed look of wonder clears from Valrieth's face as she looks at Lerak, reassessing him.  "Oh?", she says with keen interest, "In Faerun, I never really knew other harengon.  Does your magic come from living in the Feywild?  Or...did you inherit it from your parents?"

"Well, I am in fact not a Harengon per say. I used to be a normal hare, property of an alchemist, in the fey Realm. I am unsure where exactly, I was young and just a normal animal at that time. But one night, an gigantic explosion happen in the workshop and I have been in contact with hundred of magical liquid and breathed a hundred more fumes. Something changed in me and I gain height, strength, intelligence and self-consciousness. Lady Z found me, bought me from my former master and gave me freedom. But I can feel the magic still boiling in me. I can control it most of the time unless I'm stressed or angry..."
Lerak thought of his old master and in the palm of his hands some small blue flames appeared, crakled and disapeared as fast as they were formed.
"After that, I managed to travel to the material plane and had a few adventures..until she called me out and I jumped through the portal."

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Here is the picture of the wanted poster. Ass the party gets closer they see the wanted poster and the reward would be given by Granny Nightshade

Valrieth strains her neck to read the wanted sign, and then reaches into her backpack to take out her notebook, muttering, "Nightshade, nightshade,..."  She flips through until she finds a page near the beginning of the notebook.  Val points to the page in her notebook and says, "Ah ha!  I knew that sounded familiar.  The offer is from the hag who rules Thither.  I definitely would not accept that bargain!" 

If you look at where Val's pointing in her notebook, you see a a sketch of some sort of cat with both tentacles and butterfly wings labelled Dirlagraun.  Below that, there's an hourglass doodle with a list of the three hags in the Hourglass Coven:

• Bavlorna Brightshaw (Hither)
• Endelyn Moongrave
• Skabatha Nightshade

Val plops down on the ground beneath the tree, puts her notebook on her lap, and takes out her pen and ink.  She carefully amends the entry to read:

• Skabatha Nightshade (Thither), "Granny Nightshade" 

Then she flips to the middle of the notebook to find an empty page where she can start taking notes about Thither.  Without looking up, she nods toward the torchlit cave ahead, saying, "The wanted posted doesn't seem to have anything to do with Nib's Cave, so I think that we're fine there."

As soon as she's done taking notes, Val puts away her notebook and waits to follow the others.

Does someone head into the cave nearby or do something else. 

"from what i understand i would happily accept that bargain, with all proper and due caution of course, and assuming the target iin fact deserves it. hags tend to keep their word, if in a particularly malicious manner. unfortunately this 'will' is likely either on zybilnas side or too difficult to track down given our lack of time. and it seems im rambling again, ignore me" he waves a lackadaisical hand "no more dilly dallying!" with that he walks up to the cave entrance and peers in

 he silently instructs the centipede, which runs down his leg and vanishes 

 "anyone here? we are looking for a man by the name of nib" he calls out

Lerak follows within 10-15 feet, not necessarily hiding. If the cave is dark, he will light up a torch as the poor rabbit does not have darkvision.
"We mean no harm, your friend Clapperclaw told us Nib would be here" adds Lerak.

The tall rabbit continues slowly, looking around for anything suspicious.
Perception: 5

Finley follows the rest quiet as usual, taking in the surroundings, "Doesn't hurt ta take ah bounty if we need money down here.."

"Well, sure, but heck, if the bounty was set by a hag, maybe the target would make a better ally than an enemy."

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Finley follows the rest quiet as usual, taking in the surroundings, "Doesn't hurt ta take ah bounty if we need money down here.."

"Sure," Valrieth says diplomatically, "we got Clapperclaw's head from Big B, but we set the terms of that bargain.  I don't think I'd want to claim any reward from a hag that talks about how I'll be buried!"

Val is starting to feel comfortable with her new group of friends now that they're not being tossed about in a flying balloon.  She follows along happily at the back of the group as they approach the cave.  Once there, she leaves the introduction to the others while she looks around with interest.  Perception 17

Inside the cave, a wizened old man wearing a blindfold sits at a spinning wheel, surrounded by piles of gold. As he spins, he reaches down and grasps handfuls of coins, which transform at his touch into gleaming gold fibers.

The old man turns his head and says in a wavering voice "I am Nib. Now what brings you to my home?" 

"we seek a guide knowledgeable of the area, as larek has mentioned, clapperclaw recommended you"  he says, popping his fingers one at a time as he speaks, seemingly a nervous habit

"not quite what i was expecting"

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Inside the cave, a wizened old man wearing a blindfold sits at a spinning wheel, surrounded by piles of gold. As he spins, he reaches down and grasps handfuls of coins, which transform at his touch into gleaming gold fibers. 

Valrieth steps forward, close to the man's spinning wheel, her mouth agape.  The gold holds no interest for her, but Val is always interested in magic, especially unusual fey magic like this.  Her gaze flicks back and forth between Nib, the wheel, and the golden fibers.  "Ooooh!  That's amazing," Val says, forgetting for a moment why they came there. "How do you do that?  I mean, is it a magic spinning wheel or some skill you've developed?"

“Well met mister Nib. Yes we came to you for some information about Tither, it’s inhabitants, it’s ruler.” adds Lerak. The giant rabbit is suspicious and looks carefully around to see anything strange - although pretty much is strange in such a place

"The one who rules Thither is Granny Nightshade and she lives in Loomlurch up north. Her presence is slowly corrupting Hither. You will see the closer you are to Loomlurch the more you see dead twisted trees. There is a small lake between here and LoomLurch called the Wayword Pool and there are some children always playing by Little Oak" he pauses as he hears Val's question. "I spun gold intro thread to seek redemption. I’ve led a cruel and heartless existence. I earned these riches by exploiting my tenants’ misery, buying up condemned property and renting it out for an exorbitant fee. Granny Nightshade is helping me to make amends. I told her I wanted to put my bad deeds behind me and my ill-gotten gains to good use. She cursed me to dwell forever in this cave, spinning my gold into useful items for anyone who comes my way.”

Nib - imagine him with a blindfold

“If we ask you one of these useful items, would that help you fullfill your amends. Is there a limit when you are released from this curse?”

Lerak thinks that he jumped through the portal a bit too fast and without preparation. He probably miss some items for such an adventure.

Nib's answers raises so many questions, but Valrieth follows Lerak's line of thought first.  She wants to help the poor (blind?) old man, and maybe he'll be more helpful if they can help him first.

"Oh," Val says, reaching up to pat the man's shoulder gently.  "You have a sad story, but it's good that you're trying to atone for your past deeds and make amends.  Unrepentant wickedness is a terrible thing, so we should celebrate those who admit their wrongs and who take action to repair the harm that they did.  It doesn't seem fair that you have to dwell here forever.  It doesn't sound like you were that wicked!  Is there nothing that will set you free?  Like Lerak said, we'd be happy to let you make us 'useful items' if that will help you."

Val peers up at the man's face and blindfold.  She says, "I...I'm not sure...can you see us?  There are six of us here."  She gestures to her friends but immediately feels foolish since the man can't see her.  "Um...so...we're not from Prismeer, but we have come here on a Quest.  We could certainly use 'useful items', but I don't think that we really need any clothing made of golden thread.  Can you fashion anything else from your ill-gotten gold?"

"Yes, I can fashion certain items like a pair of boots, cloak, gloves, amulet, or a wand. The choice is yours" says Nib. 

"Interesting, this place is just as horrible ta it's inhabitants as th' other." Finley shakes his head, "So are ye goin' ta make somethin' fer each and everyone o' us then, aye?  If'n so, do ye need specific details on what ye spin up or do we just say, gimme a pair o' gloves?"

Lerak is surprised by this nice gesture from somebody he just met. "In that case, I would gladly accept a piece of clothes such as boots or cloaks." He looks down, appreciating what clothes he already has. Lerak had already a pair of boots, simply but in good condition. A cape was something he was missing and could give him a nice look. "Would the cloak be golden ? Thats would be a beautiful gift. I have a strange request: would you be able to embroider a chicken feet on the inside, it is a strong symbol for me ? As a thank, I can perform a beautiful song on my instrument if you like..."

To the surprise of all, Lerak gets his bagpipes from his large backpack and start playing a lovely tune. (Performance: 11 +2 because proficient in bagpipes = 13) 

"well, useful items could come in handy, especially a nice pair of gloves" theres a merry twinkle in his eyes as he speaks "but what do you mean by 'useful items' and what is the cost? to us, to you, to bored bystanders, to others unmentioned at the moment?" as he speaks he absent mindedly waves his hands through the air in time to the music, as an approximation of the cloak lerak wants builds itself onto his back and shoulders, weightless and not truly there