“Well, should we get that thing away from Ye, shouldn’t we? If you’d like, I could try to take it. We can’t get rid of it, guys, what if it’s important?” Jack smirks at the apparently not sentient panther, then searches his mind for any religions with panther related magic.

Religion: 14

Trimyrai: (to the party) "Its important to the wrong people, since they come after it. We get rid of it, its a problem for no one. I certainly don't want to be responsible for bring danger to Nunkreet or any other city."

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Jack smirks at the apparently not sentient panther, then searches his mind for any religions with panther related magic. Religion: 14

 Nothing comes to mind, but Jack is not aware of every minor religion or rare ritual.

"I wonder if we could carry this life-sized one." Reverie starts to wonder since when did they become so famous at this time and slowly thinks suspicious of this woman and her son.

Investigation - 9

(( okie, dice hates me again... ))

Trimyrai: (to Cara) "Where did you say you were from?"

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"I wonder if we could carry this life-sized one." Reverie starts to wonder since when did they become so famous at this time and slowly thinks suspicious of this woman and her son. Investigation - 9

Cara mentions "town talk". Reverie is reminded of the evening after Iskander and the sailors were liberated, and the town gossip while having dinner (posts 1600-1610). The party had stoked the flames of those tall tales. It was mostly Jack, but everyone pitched in, including Reverie (post 1608).

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Trimyrai: (to Cara) "Where did you say you were from?"

Cara faces the setting sun (west) and raises her right arm (north). "That way."

(As a peasant, and apparently simple-minded, she may be limited in her knowledge.)

Reverie hums for a moment and then looks at her companions. “Should we check what might happened while we are keeping this statue? We could find out who might have harmed those innocent people.”

"I don't think we're going to be able to carry this thing around ourselves." Isk says to the group.  "M'am, could we purchase your wagon?  We could take the statue away using it.  I would give you a more than fair price."

(Would it fit in my magic bag? Thought i'd ask.)

Jack takes another look, then shakes his head. "Anyone know any Identification spells? I cant figure out a clue of what this is." Jack pets the statue on the head, then goes back to Cara. "What type of monsters are after ye when you have this?"

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(Would it fit in my magic bag? Thought i'd ask.)

 (A tight fit in the opening, but the statue will fit in the bag of holding. And there is weight to spare.)

"Type of monsters? Scary, ugly ones! Not orcs, not goblins... um... taller than soldiers... bugs and bears with vine arms." (OOC: She is not saying bugbears or owl bears. Since she is a farmer, doesn't know how to describe it better. I used "vine arms" instead of tentacles.) 

Trimyrai: (to the party) "Compared to some of the nasty creatures we've fought, that doesn't sound too bad. I am still for getting rid of the statue, or at the least getting it away from people."

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Isk: "M'am, could we purchase your wagon?  We could take the statue away using it.  I would give you a more than fair price."

 "I not sell to great lords. You would beat me and my boy for bad wagon." You can probably convince her, but she is afraid that you will get angry and think she was cheating you. The wagon was in poor shape (old nearly rotted wood) before the last 3 days of fleeing. It is in bad enough shape now that they were lucky to get this far.

Froskan shrugs.  "I'm sure we can handle whatever they are."

Reverie nods and then looks at Trimyrai. "We can see what creature is after this statue and then think of the other way to get rid of this." A pause as she looks back at the statue. "Also, I want to know what this statue is. For whom and what purpose."

"Someone help me with this, please?" Jack sounds strained as he has opened his magic bag and is trying to shove the panther in it. "We're not getting rid of it, I already said that." 

Athletics:16

A cloth-gloved hand grasps one of Jack's wrists, preventing him from getting the panther further in the magic bag. There is no pain, but the grip is like iron. A deep female voice warns (with a hint of amusement), "I suggest that you stop what you are doing."

The entire party is caught off guard by the sudden appearance of this lady. None of you saw or heard her approach. She is 7' tall, very beautiful, but you can't tell of what race. She seems to be a mixture of elf, human, even goliath? She looks like she is 20 (but if she is elvish, she could be much older). She has piercing grey-blue eyes, which you instinctively look away from. Very pale, white skin and white hair. She is dressed in an elegant, high class gown of silver and white, but it is very sheer considering the cold air.

Jack smiles. "Lady, I suggest ye get your hand off of me, before something ye don't want to happen, happens. I don't take too kindly to that." He looks at her eyes, fighting against his instinct, not backing down. "If ye don't let go, im afraid im not afraid to hit a lady, in certain cases at least. No, are ye gonna cause trouble, or should I keep doing what im doing?" He makes a gesture to Reverie, as if to say, 'prepare for a fight'.

Intimidation:12

"Mercury!" Froskan exclaims.  "What are you doing here?" 

He makes a pacifying gesture at Jack.  "I know her," he says.  "She's...been a sometimes mentor to me."

His brain catches up with what she had said when she stopped Jack in the first place.  "Wait, why do you suggest he stops?"

Trimyrai: (to the party) "Thats a bit of an extreme reaction jack, she don't mean you any harm... i hope."

"Well, Froskan, ye owe me some stories. I expect to be able to tell a mighty tale after we're done. Now... call of your big friend here, and we can all chat after this panther's in me bag." jack doesn't seem to back down, still staring intensely at her.

He looks back at Cara. "Thanks for the Panther. Now, I hope ye don't mind Mrs.Grabby Hands here. I also don't hope ye don't mind this." Using his free hand, or a Mage Hand, he tosses a Gold Piece to him, hoping he takes it. "Doesn't matter if ye don't want to stain me coin with your hands or what. Pease accept it, as it would stain me conscience to take it for free. Please keep it." Jack smirks at him.