“We’re not leaving anyone behind,” Lera said sternly. “And you two, how dare you turn away people who would die out here? I know you have some compassion in you, because you saved my father’s life. Don’t condemn us all to die. You can clearly see we are no threat to you in our current state. Let us stay the night, and in return we will help you escape once we are healed.”

"Perhaps we could all just take a breath here," Zamar says as he gingerly gets up from the sled. "Perrin, I don't know what Sheema and Brod did to Lord Embree, but they've done right by us thus far. It seems to me they are in a precarious spot. I'd be dead if not for them, so they have earned my trust. I can understand them not wanting to let strangers into their home. especially given some of their neighbors. We all have pasts that we are running from. Neither I nor my kin have any love of Lord Embree. Lera and I avoided Amn during our...sojourn. Let us go where it is warm and share stories with each other. We still have some rations. With those and your skills, Perrin, I am sure we could dine well. Then perhaps we can figure out a way out of this where we all survive." He smiles as warmly as he can through the pain. It is not the normal dazzling smile that he uses to put others at ease, but it is the best he can do under the circumstances. "Now then! Who needs to be healed?" he asks. 

Perrin just lets out a sigh at the end of the argument and follows them towards the cave entrance. He carries Polly and tries to keep her as warm as possible. 

Zamar drifts back with Perrin, trying to separate him from Sheema and Brod. He whispers to his halfling friend. "I just want you to know that I still trust you. If you have concerns about them, I believe they are well-founded. I am not discounting your feelings. I am merely trying to reconcile them with my own and to get us to a place where we can discuss them in more safety and comfort. I think most of us need rest and care. We will sort this out together." 

With the group back together, apparently safe from the dragon, Dapple merely follows along silently once again. He walks near Polly, watching her anxiously as she most obviously suffers from the cold. He too shivers, dressed as he is for the hot climes of Chult, but hopes his fur will offer some small protection.

When the accusations against the local pair flare up, he watches helplessly. "How many enemies do you people have? Is everyone hunting you? I've never met a group like this before." On it's face the statement sounds harsh and judgemental, but then the young tabaxi smiles. "Its very exciting, though. Much more interesting than home."

Knowing nothing of Winter Wolves, he stays near Polly, offering what comfort he can. She is clearly still in shock and the raised voices will surely only upset here even more.

“Thank you.” Perrin says grabbing the blanket and wrapping it around Polly. “And I apologize for my aggressive tone earlier. You have to understand; I saw your place as a solution to our problem. The only solution at the moment. So, I would say anything to get that solution.” Perrin is quiet for a couple moment and that’s when he notices the scratches on the wall that serve as a almost road sign of which way to go. 

Looking at Polly, Zamar agrees with Brod's assessment. He also wonders aloud to the group, "Does anyone have anything warm we can give her to drink? We shouldn't hold anything warm against her, but we ought to giver her some tea or broth or even just hot water. Singe, can you heat water with your magic?" 

“Ooh, I can!” Lera said excitedly. “I’ve been practicing. I think I can do the same stuff I do with earth, but with water. Here,” the sorceress closed her eyes and took a deep breath. A large snowball, one foot in diameter, rose from a nearby snow bank and floated over until it hovered just above her outstretched hands. She moved her hands around the snowball; the ice melting and warming until it was the perfect temperature. Little bits of steam rose from the ball of warm water. 

Lera opened her eyes and held up the water triumphantly. “Yes! It worked!” She held it out to Polly, expecting the girl to take it. She looked back and forth between the girl and the water for a moment before realization dawned on her. “Does anyone have anything I can put this in?” She asked sheepishly. 

As the group of battered adventurers is lead through the caves, Shanolia notices markings on the walls - scratches of some sort that look like they've been put there purposely. After a bit of thought, she concludes that they're directions, so those living here don't get lost. She also notices the different patterns and can tell that, when translated, they're almost a form of language. It's almost like a form of Thieves Cant but... different, like someone has created their own version of it. As hard as she tries, she isn't able to decipher it., and makes a mental note to ask Brod and Sheema about it when she gets the chance.

Her eyes are constantly flicking back and forth from the two strangers to Polly, keeping an eye on the least trusted of the lot but also watching the child - though she tries to hide it, she's worried about her well-being. When she sees Lera create a ball of floating water, she is momentarily intrigued but rolls her eyes when the girl realizes she has nowhere to put the liquid.

"Here, put the hot water in here." Perrin then pulls out a cup from his pack and holds the cup out for Lera to put the water in. After the water is inside Perrin will use his Heward’s Handy Spice Pouch to pull out a couple of basic spices and cinnamon to create a nice herbal tea for Polly. "Here Polly. Drink this. It'll help warm you up." Perrin says to her being very gentle and showing a lot of care. 

Woe followed in silence. She was so preoccupied thinking about the cold that she had missed the beginning of the fighting about the 'wolves'. She wondered what it was all about. 

She was also worried for Polly. The girl hadn't spoken since the crash and was in a mixture of shock and hypothermia. If only Woe would have been able to find her a safe passage home when she had the chance. If something happens to Polly, if she doesn't recover from this, it is all on me. Woe thinks with a sorrowful frown, when she sees the little boy with only one leg. 

Then she quickly follows the group in the direction shown by Brod. 

Dapple was fascinated by the mechanics of the elevator platform and watched with great interest how the ropes and pulleys made it all work.  As the group had made it's way through the labyrinthine tunnels, he'd done his best to fix a rough map in his head in case they needed to find a way out, though he wasn't sure how successful he'd been. Outside, under the open sky, he always had a sense of where he was, and rarely got lost or turned around. Underground however, was a different story. He hoped they could find rest here and recover from the crash, and worried for Polly, but it sounded like the people here knew how to deal with that. Dapple followed after Sheema and the rest, not wishing to delay in getting Polly to the healer as quickly as possible.

Perrin will follow and take Polly to the healer saying along the way. 

“Zamar you should come to. You took a nasty fall there and I still have a little bit of magic left in case someone needs some healing. Then, I’d suggest a group meeting to figure out what next. It seems like our plans to get to Baldur’s Gate might be a little bit more complicated now.” 

Zamar thanks Perrin. "I appreciate it my friend, but I have a little left myself. Save your energy. Perhaps we can use it to help our hosts." Zamar recites an incantation and places his hand on his own chest, healing light suffusing him. "I'm still going to be tender and sore for a few days, but I think that will handle the worst of it."

He follows the procession of worried party members, each with some emotional claim to Polly's well-being. It has been a short time, but they are becoming a family. Do they have Polly to thank for that? As he wonders, he remembers that they are guests and thinks to ask Brod, "Is there anything we can do to assist your wounded? Though I am no true healer, I have a bit of magic for mending wounds and restoring vitality." 

(Cure wounds at level 1 on self - 12 HP! First level one slot used.)

“We weren’t wondering around.” Perrin snaps backs a little. “We were on our way to Baldur’s Gate vía a flying machine when that dragon knocked us out of the sky.” Perrin says. 

"We got her out of the cold as quickly as we could. Many of us were badly injured, though we have tended to the worst of it. We also have some additional healing magics for the sealing of wounds if there is a need amongst your people?" Zamar offers. He is still walking tenderly and it is clear that he was among the more seriously injured.