"What, scare who, and if they dont scare then i will burn them with fames" uses produce flames cantrip just letting it sit on my hand wile playing with it. "then they will only smell brimstone wile they die." Laughs with a sick smile on his face
Right, funny enough, that's similar to the conversation we were already having, except wagons, not people... unless they strike first. You must be Morwen's friend she was telling us about? I'm Zander and this is my brotherZennas, the big guy is Laeknishendr and the quiet one is Bergal. (I don't know if Daskre's Kenku is with us because he hasn't chimed in yet) We were just on our way to run some brigands out of town Will you be joining us?
As you are talking, a small serving boy timidly walks up carrying 5 bags. Although visibly shaken by the screaming, he manages to bravely hand each of you one of the bags, Necros last of all, then turns and practically runs back toward the house. Inside each bag is 5 of the meat hand pies and 5 of the sweet pies from dessert. Lae, you can now tell the waiter paid attention to you after all.
As you approach the area where Morwen and the guards said the travelers are, you see a dozen men and women gathered around a crackling bonfire. The folk are in good spirits. A few of them sing and dance around the fire while others find happiness in their flasks and wine skins. Three barrel-topped wagons are parked at odd angles. Tied to a nearby tree, grazing, are half a dozen draft horses wearing bright coats with bangles and tassels.
"I believe this is my que to break away." as this is not the first time Zennas has been in similar situations, he secures all his gear so as not to make any noise while moving. "I will take a look at what they are traveling with and see what kind of threat they could be. The longer you can keep all of them occupied, the better." Zennas begins to sneak into the darkness staying low and aware of any other dangers in the area.
Ha! Indeed. The direct route then. Hail, folks! We will not be joining you this evening, we know your attempts to have us join you are a facade. The Lady Morwen sends a message: She knows you've been harassing people for coin and threatening them if they don't pay. She asks that you leave the premises. That is your only warning, and if you are still here by dawn, the morning will not see your wagons intact.
Upon closer inspection (this covers both Necros' and Lae's checks), you are able to tell that the one beckoning to you is an old man with a younger adult man on his right and a younger adult woman on his left. Five other adult men and four more adult women surround the fire. No weapons are visible.
The old man says "Welcome, my name is Stanimir." Here's laughs. "Don't worry. We have no wish to make enemies of Lady Morwen. I have a story to tell all of you. First you listen, then we go."