The worg has single minded focus on Sen, snarling even as it takes damage from both Maxie and Dah'ren's attacks. Dah'ren, however, is able to get in its way as it aims to attack, deflecting the blow before it could potentially land on Sen's form. The worg snarls, claws scrambling for purchase on the wagon for a second.

Attacked Missed

Riyphou's heart sank as he heard Maxie’s high-pitched warning about the "Big Wolf." He instantly regretted leaving Sen behind on this particular day, especially with the unpredictable Whisper absent. Without hesitation, he sprinted toward the commotion, his eyes locking onto the snarling worg lunging at Sen.

Gripping his wooden staff tightly, Riyphou summoned flames to flicker along its length, the fire crackling with intensity (Shillelagh). As he closed the distance, he swung the staff with all his might, aiming to strike the worg and drive it away from the caravan. His mind raced with the urgency of the situation—protecting Sen and the others was his only priority now. He hoped the combined efforts of the group would be enough to fend off the vicious creature.

Bonus: cast Shillelagh
Action: Attack @Worg, hit 25 (critical) for 15 magical bludgeoning damage

The worg let out a resounding shriek as Riyphou's staff smacked straight into its face. There was a loud crack as the worg went and tumbled off the edge of the still moving wagon. It crumpled to the ground, and didn't move. Up ahead Dugal ordered the caravan to keep moving, seeking distance from the creature and hopefully any others that may additionally be with it. The wagons didn't outright stop for at least an hour, and only assured no other creatures would make their way out of the trees nearby into the road, did Dugal allow a moment of rest for everyone.

"Anyone injured?" the dwarf called out, fairly assured the answer was no as he was certain someone would have spoken up by now.

Dah’ren was relieved that he didn’t need to draw his sword as his long bow is enough to deflect the worg’s attack and Riyphou is there to whack the creature dead.

“No one’s hurt. We should continue moving. Worg like wolves probably has a pack.”

Riyphou exhaled deeply as the worg crumpled to the ground, lifeless. The tension in his chest eased, but the lingering regret of having left Sen behind gnawed at him. He nodded at Dah’ren’s assessment, glancing around to ensure everyone was safe. “No injuries here,” Riyphou confirmed, his voice steady but edged with concern. “Let’s keep moving. Staying together and vigilant is our best chance if there are more.” He settled near Sen's wagon, determined to stay close and protect the caravan for the remainder of the trek.

Tyrgram jolted awake from his snooze. He had not intented on it but the gentle rocking of the wagon along with the tranquility of the surroundings had lulled him into a gentle daytime nap. Imagine his surprise when upon opening his eyes it turned out some sort of wolflike creature attacked the caravan but was equally swift dispatched.

There was some talk about something called a worg: a creature that sounded like someone who could not remember what a wolf was but was too embarrassed to admit it made it up.
'All's clear here.' Tyrgram replied to the others. His nap had reinvigorated him and he looked forward to the next leg of the journey.

 Once the all clears had come through, though shaken, Dugal sent the caravan on its way. The rest of the route was rather uneventful, eventually ending in camp for the night. Most of the caravan did not appear up for talking, winding down instead from the stress of the day. The meal itself was a bit blander than normal, and everyone retired in rather short order.

The next several days passed by in a rather blur. It was expected to be a twenty day journey, and it was beginning to show in temperament and conversation. The caravan members were beginning to tire of the journey over the next eight days. By the time the seventeenth day dawned the caravan was exhausted, figuratively of course. They quite wanted the entire endeavor to be over and done with. They were already to the point where the majority of the danger should be past, the edge of the forest merely a two days travel away, and then a days travel across farmland and countryside before the caravan would make it to the gates of Grayhaven.

As the food started getting blander, Maxie started using her magic to spice up her food. She offers to do the same for those she's closest to (Riyphou and Sen). She can only spice a few meals at a time, which is why she doesn't offer it more widely. 

She finally managed to moderate herself to a maintainable level of vigilance. Now she's working on another skill, to maintain vigilance as the journey drags on and boredom sets in. The reality of escourt duty being days of boredom inspersed with a few moments of sheer terror is sinking in.

She tries to be the first to spot when Whisper is approaching, as a sort of a game to keep her alert. 

As the days dragged on, Riyphou found himself growing increasingly anxious. The end of their journey was in sight, but the thought of entering a city like Grayhaven filled him with unease. The bustling streets, towering buildings, and throngs of people were worlds away from the forests and open spaces he was used to. He wasn’t sure how he would navigate such a place, let alone what to expect when they arrived.

His worries extended to Whisper, the owlbear who had become an unlikely companion. Riyphou knew the city was no place for such a creature, and he was concerned about what might happen if Whisper tried to follow them into Grayhaven. The thought of the owlbear being harmed by frightened townsfolk or captured by those who saw him as a threat weighed heavily on Riyphou’s mind.

Each time Whisper returned to the caravan, Riyphou would speak softly to him, trying to convey the importance of staying away from the city. "Whisper," he would say, gently offering another goodberry, "we're getting close to a place with many people. It’s not safe for you there. You need to stay in the wild, where you belong. We’ll meet again when we leave, but you mustn't follow us into the city."

He wasn’t sure if Whisper understood his words, but he hoped the owlbear grasped some of his meaning. As they neared the edge of the forest, Riyphou's unease grew, but he kept talking to Whisper, trying to prepare him for the inevitable separation. All the while, he anxiously awaited the end of the journey, knowing that their bond would be tested in the days to come.

Getting out of the forest was a big relief for Dah’ren. He is finally away from the territory of his kin. And he’s close to finding his father. He hopes nothing in Grayhaven, with such big of a city, is as dangerous as what lurks in the forest. He for the longest time wanted to see it, how big are the stone buildings there, how  diverse are the people, and how great was the food for such a melting pot of culture.

As they neared the edge of the forest, Riyphou could see the visible relief on Dah’ren’s face. The forest had held many dangers, and now that they were close to Grayhaven, it was clear that Dah'ren's thoughts were turning toward his own mission. Riyphou, too, had much on his mind, but the sight of his companion’s growing anticipation prompted him to start a conversation.

“Dah’ren,” Riyphou began as they walked alongside the caravan, “you’ve spoken before about your father. Where do you plan to start looking for him once we reach Grayhaven?”

Riyphou listened intently to Dah'ren's response, genuinely curious about his friend’s journey. When Dah'ren finished, Riyphou nodded thoughtfully. “I hope you find him,” he said earnestly. “Grayhaven is a vast place, but it’s also full of people who might help in your search.”

Riyphou then shifted the conversation to his own purpose. “As for me, I’m searching for the temple of Myrrah, the deity of Magic. Myrrah is worshipped by many who study magic, and I’m hoping to find some answers there. You see, I’ve been thinking a lot about the source of magic. In my homeland, we’ve always believed in a primeval power that is ancient and unchanging. But since leaving the forest, I’ve learned that magic is practiced in many forms—arcane, divine, and others. Each group calls their power by different names, but I’m starting to believe that they all stem from the same source.”

He paused, considering how best to explain his thoughts. “What if the primeval forces that I’ve known all my life are connected to what wizards call arcane magic or what clerics call divine magic? Maybe they’re all different ways of tapping into the same wellspring of power, just through different methods and beliefs. It’s a theory I’m still trying to understand, but it’s why I’m so eager to find the temple. Perhaps the priests of Myrrah can help me piece together the truth.”

Riyphou smiled slightly, his excitement about the possibilities showing through. “I’m just as curious about Grayhaven as you are, Dah'ren. It’s a new world for both of us, and who knows what we might discover there.”

He then turned to Maxie and Tyrgram. “What about you two? What are you looking for in Grayhaven?”

 Tyrgram was tired. Maybe not physically but mentally. After the owlbear encounter and the worg attack there had not been anything more exciting happening during the journey than the routine travel, stop for camp, rinse and repeat. He was beginning to understand why a lot of stories tended to just cut out this part of the adventure. There were only so many times one could make making camp sound interesting.

Fortunately the caravan managed to drag themselves out of the forest after a good seventeen days. Or had it been eighteen days? Tyrgram had stopped keeping track. Seeing the edge of the forest both delighted and saddened him a bit. The former because it meant a change of scenery and any change at this point was most welcome. The latter because Tyrgram enjoyed forests, quite uncharacteristic for a dwarf, but that involved him walking by himself. That allowed him to do all kind of things rather than the monotonous travelling pace that caravan provided. Still, it was not in his nature to complain.

Tyrgram listened in on the others to hear what their future travel plans were. He did not imagine the group would stay together for long after the caravan protection job was finished but it would be nice to know some friendly faces in Grayhaven.

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He then turned to Maxie and Tyrgram. “What about you two? What are you looking for in Grayhaven?”

Tyrgram smiled as he shrugged. 'I'm a wanderer.' He replied. 'I go where my feet take me. Ply my trade, tell some stories, perchance see if there are others out there who have need of my help. Grayhaven is a big city: I'm sure I'll find something to do.' 

His mind reached back into memory. A pleasant one of a forest night filled with fireflies, good food and better company, and the promise he made. 'Adventure awaits for this restless knight.' Tyrgram concluded with a twinkle in his eyes.

Maxie answers, full of energy,, "I'll look for another adventuring job! Well I might look around the city a bit first. I've never seen such a big city before. I'll have to go back to being careful that I'm not stepped on. It's been nice being able to ride on the top of the wagon."

“We all should stick together, Greyhaven is a big place, much bigger than Mara, sticking together would help us achieve each of our goal.” Said Dahren to the others.

The caravan settled down for camp on the eighteenth day just within the forests edge with a rather nice, celebratory meal prepared for everyone. Dugal, still rather dour in his presentation, made it clear that they would be in Grayhaven shortly and to have their papers, those who were bringing goods, ready for submission to the gate. Most of the caravan was in preparation mode for being back in civilization. They'd be able to rest easily off the roadside once they hit farmland, and everyone felt tensions finally ease.

Even Whisper seemed to sense a change, hanging back to where the trees were a little thicker. It let out what sounded like a sad, almost trill as it settled itself down to watch the caravan members for a brief while. After Riyphou's prompting, urging Whisper to stay within the wilderness, did the owlbear eventually lumber off as the caravan began to settle for their evening meal.

Findal settled off to the side, flicking through a few sheaf's of paper, looking contemplative and concerned. Out of all of the caravan members, he was the only one not going through his stock or preparing for the eventual arrival in Grayhaven. He instead appeared engrossed in whatever papers he had, scribbling a quick note as he muttered softly to himself, gaze determinedly focused and not-quite like his otherwise cheerful self. The only thing that seemed to draw him out of his focus was the sudden, not so distant, sounds of howling.

"Wolves?" Findal said slowly, as the rest of the caravan also came to a standstill in the clearing.

"...wolves aren't usually this close to the forests edge," Dugal said slowly to everyone, eyes darting out toward the darkness that surrounded the circled wagons. The howling began to sound closer, the clear indication of a wolf pack closing in.

Maxie will use Mage Hand to lift herself to a high vantage point atop one of the wagons. She will also recast her Mage Armor, since it had worn by the time of the evening camp.

She is still far from being experienced enough to give others advice. 

'Now would be a good time to call your beastie back.' Tyrgram said to Riyphou as he grabbed his axe and moved closer to the fire. He reached for his waterskin, opened the cap and squeezed the leather bag to shoot a splash of water in his face. The water dripped down into his beard and clothing but as Tyrgram mumbled a spell, the wet patches on his skin and armer froze into spectral frost. It made him look like he had been swimming in ice water. Curiously the fire did nothing to thaw out said frost.

'Stick close to the fire.' Tyrgram shouted to the others. 'Wild animals fear fire so it's our friend.'

Casting Armor of Agathys
And I accidently rolled 5d8 from a sleep spell because with the new update, apparently spell descriptions allow you to do that now. Ignore that please.

"I'm afraid, it left," Riyphou replies and grabs his shield and infuses his staff with Nature's energy (Shillelagh). Then, he positions himself between the caravan and the approaching wolves, ideally near Tyrgram.

From the northeast the party is able to spot shifting in the dark as three shapes come up on the circled wagons. The caravan members quickly crowd around the fire, backs to the flames as they watch for danger with bated breath. Findal, Dugal, and Raf prepare themselves to help defend the less physically inclined members, and Ovrola is quickly pulling out a few handful of spell components to assist where she can as well. The wolves circle for a moment, and appearing briefly between gaps of the wagons before vanishing entirely from sight.

Maxie starts off by launching a Fire Bolt at the closest wolf from to top of Set's wagon. She's out of spell slots because she used her last spell slot to renew Mage Armor. 

Attack 7 damage 7