Alone, Lera finally allowed herself to break down. She hated crying in front of people, which had probably been the only thing keeping her together for the past five hours. 

Singe’s voice was muffled by the wall of packed sand. “M’not quite ready,” she replied shakily. “I just need a few more minutes. If you get started, I’ll catch up.”

Woe steps off the plane. She watches Koll and Shanolia disappear in the distance. She looks around. The midday sun scorches the sand. Grasalfan makes himself comfortable within a matter of minutes. She wonders if there was anything in the world that would shake this man's confidence. 

Woe then listens to Perrin giving out tasks and walks over to him. She stops Dapple from leaving and pulls out a fishing rod from her backpack. "Here, I brought a fishing rod. If you don't find any other food, try to catch some fish. But make sure to bring it back in one piece please!"

Then she turns to everyone still around. "Can you please gather all your water skins. Combine the water that we have left and hand us the empty skins. So we can bring back fresh water once we found it!"

Singe leaves Lera alone for the time being and turns to Polly. Polly's face and, as he looks, Singe's hands are covered in the blood of the sea captain. Singe walks over to Zamar and gestures to his hands and Polly's face, "Do you mind helping out with this?"

Zamar looks up. "Oh, of course! I'm sorry. I should have noticed sooner." He waves his hands and the blood disappears. "I am sorry we upset you, Polly. I hope you will forgive us. And I hope you know that we care about you very much." 

Perrin, Woe, and Zamar spend about twenty minutes traveling into the jungle. Perrin looking for any animal tracks along the way knowing that animals will lead him to water. However, something seems off. There are no animals about; nothing not even insects. He also, cannot hear any running water because of the sound of the ocean. 

"This is weird. There are no animals. Nothing. I can't find water if I don't have anything to follow. I suggest turning back otherwise we're wandering aimlessly. We can always collect rainwater and perhaps Grasalfan has some trick up his sleeve for water." Perrin suggests to the others.

//Survival: 1d20+3 = 7+3 = 10//

Shanolia and Koll run into Dapple on the way back to the group, who tells them that they've been assigned food duty. After a brief discussion, they set off into the jungle in search of food - taking note of the perfectly trimmed trees and distinct lack of wildlife. After about ten minutes, Shanolia turns to the others.

"This isn't right, what do you propose we do?"

/r 2d20+1 #Food = (2+8)+1=9

Dapple frowns as he ponders the question. "No, it certainly doesn't feel right to me either. This jungle should be teaming with life, but it's just... not." I'm sure I can find us a source of fresh water if the other group can't, but as for food?" He shakes his head. "There isn't any to be found. We may be fishing after all. We should return to the beach and see if the other groups have had any luck."

As they retrace their steps, he studies the jungle around them, occasionally straying of to one side or the other with a short comment to the others to carry on. As they near the beach he rejoins them. "It's very strange. Everything is lush and healthy, perfectly natural as far as I can tell, but anything that would provide food is missing. No berries or fruit that should be here, nothing to hunt. It's just missing, like it has been purposely removed. What is this place?"

Lera emerged from her sand castle stoney-faced. “You and Polly go on ahead,” she said softly to Singe. “I... I think I should stay here and construct a shelter.”

She had a solid plan, using sticks as support, palm fronds to shield them, and vines to hold the whole thing together. As Grasalfan watched her attempts at construction, the little gnome gave her some tips and began to guide her. Tears still threatening her eyes, it took much longer than it should have and she ended up scratching up her hands. But eventually, she did construct a lopsided structure. 

Grasalfan looks it over one last time and announces. "Not bad for your first time. I'm sure it'll last through the night, at least!"

“Thank you for your help,” Lera nodded. 

Having returned back to camp without water Perrin explains the weirdness happening in the jungle. 

“There’s no animals here. Like zero, not even a bee. I can’t find water without some animals to lead me to it. Maybe Dapple can find some. If not then we can catch rainwater. I’ll make a fire pit at least and then we can set up watch while we eat dinner.” 

Perrin says before getting to work digging a fire pit and lining it with rocks he finds on the beach. 

Once back at the beach, Dapple confirms Perrin's findings. "We found the same. Everything is growing well enough, but it's as if the place has been picked clean of anything we might be able to eat. It doesn't feel right to me, not one bit. I'll try down by the water's edge and see if the ocean can provide us anything to eat."  He moves off with the fishing pole that Woe gave him to see if he has any better luck. It takes longer than it should have, but eventually the tabaxi returns with a small collection of seafood that will feed most of the group, or augment rations so that everyone gets enough to eat. "I was able to catch a few fish, and there are a decent number of these little crayfish, but we won't be gorging ourselves on them, I admit.  Next task is water. Does anyone want to come with me back inland? I expect we'll find something nearer to the cliffs."

Dapple takes the emptied waterskins and disappears back into the oddly cultivated jungle. Whether by luck or skill, he ventures deeper into the island and is rewarded by the sight of a cool, clear pool of fresh water collecting at the base of a rocky cliff that thrusts upwards through the trees. "Ah HA! Thank the Cat Lord we found this - fresh water will be more important than food in the heat." He fill the collection of skins and return to camp with the precious liquid just as the sun begins to settle towards the horizon. Seeing the progress made on a base camp, including Lera's new shelter, he nods appreciatively.

The cat-man looks like he could fall asleep where he stands. He'll help the group finish setting up, eats quickly and crawls into the palm shelter to get some much-needed sleep once the watch order is established.

It seems to Koll like Dapple would be able to find food and water better without having him tag along. Unsure of how he can help with setting up camp Koll decides to try and get a different perspective. He finds a tall tree and climbs it to the top. Nothing new is revealed as he looks out over the island. He looks through the canopy to see if there is any fruit growing up high that they may have missed. He sees nothing. Even up here there are no signs of animal life. Even the tiniest insect is missing. How can this jungle survive without animal life. Aren't plants and animals all part of the same system? How does one exist without the other? Have the machines here taken over every animal role? What decomposes dead things? Koll ponders all these questions as he descends the tree and goes back to camp to pitch in where he can.

Singe nods and looks at Polly, "let's go find fire wood, shall we?" Polly looks sadly at the sand cube that Lera was in, then nods and follows.

Walking along the border between the beach and the jungle, Singe speaks up, "Would you like to learn more magic?"

Polly frowns. "I... don't know," she says softly. "Lera killed that man. He didn't do anything."

Singe nods, "Magic is dangerous. And Lera is young and her magic goes untamed."

Polly picks up a few sticks in silence. After a few moments she says, "Why did she kill him?"

"Lera loves you more than all the rest of us combined. The very thought of someone hurting you or taking you some unknown place upset her so much she released her fury at him."

Polly frowned again. "Will... will I kill someone?"

Singe does not say anything for a moment and picks up a sizable log, "Probably. That's only if you follow the path of an adventurer."

Polly's face contorts as she ponders this. After more silence she asks, "Will I be able to control magic better than Lera?"

"I don't know. I think Lera is still inexperienced with controlling her offensive magic and some sorcerers exhibit more control than Lera. But most sorcerers have innate talents. I am a wizard, we have a lot more control. If you want to wield arcane magic, you'll probably be a wizard."

Polly goes silent again. She casts mage hand, this time picking up a stick and bringing it back to herself. "I... would like to try."

Singe nods, "As you know, there are people who are not your friends and resort to violence in hostile situations. You need to know how to defend and protect yourself."

"But he didn't do anything," Polly repeats.

"I'm not talking about him." Singe gestures to the jungle, "There are more dangers than those that present themselves in the middle of a city."

"I know."

"Do you want to learn fire bolt?"

"I... think so."

Singe drops the wood he was carrying and puts out his right hand, curled into a fist, thumb encased by the other fingers. "We have our fist raised to our ear..." His fist goes back. Polly gently puts down her stack of sticks and begins to mimic Singe's movements, while watching him like a hawk. "And we lower our hand into a chopping motion, thumb tucked in." Singe does the motion and gestures to Polly to do the same. Polly immediately chops down, thumb tucked in, an exact replication of how Singe showed her.

Singe nods, "Now say the word 'Seyilkul' as you do the gesture." Singe casts fire bolt.

Polly nodded, saying, "Seyilkul" while doing the motion toward the ground. A little mote of flame sparked to life.

"Yes, you've got it! It will take some time to get familiar with casting it, making it into a proper bolt."

Polly looked at the ground, ashamed. "I... was holding back. I didn't want to hurt anyone."

Singe points at a rocky outcropping not too far away. "That rock won't get hurt, show it what you got."

Polly frowns and tries again, this time sending a bolt of flame into one of the rocks. She stares at the rock expressionless.

"Well done!" Singe exclaims, trying his best to seem excited, but the worry shows through. "Let's keep moving." Polly picks up her stack of sticks, gathering them into a neat bundle, Singe and Polly keep moving.

Woe returns  with Perrin and Zamar from the jungle. This environment seemed weird. It almost reminded her at her plants at home on her window sill. She felt as though they were exposed, just there on the beach. Looked at and vulnerable. When she goes through her backpack, she realises that she has the net with her, the one she took from the ghost ship. 

She places her bedroll and backpack right next to the fireplace that Perrin is digging. Then she heads out with the net, in the opposite direction to Dapple. She walks along the beach for a while, her thoughts still stirring like crazy, when she sees a school of fish chase away close to her feet in the shallow water. 

Woe wades in and attempts to catch some fish. It takes her quite a while to get the hang of pulling the net through the water and throwing it at the right moment. But then she has two successful attempts, catching enough fish for two generous meals. With a little smile in her face she leaves the water. If not for the pain and chaos in the last 24 hours, she would have very much enjoyed this beach and it's settings. 

She looks around before she returns to the others. In the distance she can spot a large assortment of giant white stones. Compared to the cliffs behind them, they look out of place somehow. Woe returns, mentions the stones to the others, eats some fish and lies down next to the fire - out of earshot from the watch, far from Lera's shelter. She lies with the back to the flames and her face towards the jungle. 

When Singe and Polly return to camp, they dump their firewood and Singe turns to Polly, "How about you go ask Grasalfan how to make a fire?"

She nods and walks over to the gnome, whispering in Grasalfan's ear. He grins and hands her a bundle of paper from his pack and a small box. She crawls into the flying machine and Grasalfan heads over to the sticks to begin building the fire.

Singe turns to Lera, "Lera, I need your help."

"I'm making a tent... thing," Lera replies, a large palm frond hitting her in the back of the head.

"You can keeping doing that, I just need to talk to you."

"Fine," Lera resumes her struggle with a vine.

"I taught Polly mage hand this morning and I just taught her fire bolt."

"Good. She wants to know magic, and we want her to be able to defend herself."

"Yes, I agree, but she seems completely terrified of it... of you."

"Well, that's valid after what just happened."

"I don't want her to be terrified of you or of magic. You know Polly better than anyone else here, I was hoping you... would know what to do." Singe looks at Lera continuing to struggle with the vine, "Oh, do you want help with that?"

"Yer doin' great!" Grasalfan says, "Make the sticks in a square with two intersecting cross beams, because triangles are strong." He gives Lera a reassuring thumbs up as he continues stacking the sticks for the fire.

"Thanks Gras!" Lera replied with a touch of sassiness. "Oh no Singe, I'm totally fine working on this alone. Look, when I was her age, I set an entire building on fire. And now? I just murdered someone. Maybe caution and a touch of fear aren't the worst things in the world."

Singe grabs on the vine and pulls. "Maybe I'm just overthinking it, she seemed tired and it's been a lot for her today." Singe begins to ramble.

"What with her watching a guy explode and listen to adults attempt to barter her like a pawn."

Singe begins to speak, then stops, then, "We are all pawns, but I can promise that she will never be captured."

"Not while I’m around," Lera muttered under her breath, focusing on the fronds.

While everyone else sets about creating a camp for the night, Shanolia sneaks off - with a bit of help from her new cloak - to a secluded section of the beach, hidden from view. She takes a minute to gather up some loose wood and dig a firepit, albeit a smaller one than what Perrin is working on, for herself.

With her own little fire burning, Shanolia sits cross-legged beside it as the smoke slowly begins to rise, removing her glove and unwrapping the cloth on her hand once more. As she had done on the flying machine, she removes her dagger from its place at her hip and carefully wraps her naked hand around the sharp blade.

Once more, she lets her mind wander to the various events that have taken place over the last fortnight; her remorse for killing during the scavenger hunt, crying over a memory, singing softly to Polly on the ship. She lets her mind linger on the mental image of Sana, grip loosening slightly on her dagger, before gripping it tighter than before and drawing the edge down her palm, causing dark blood to leak forth from the wound. Carefully, she positions her hand over the flame and squeezes, dripping blood directly into the charcoal of the fire as she begins a prayer in Abyssal.

“Dark Mother forgive me, for I am weak. Have mercy on the soul of your child who has strayed so far from your teachings. Grant mercy to this undeserving soul of mine, that has betrayed everything you stand for and everything you are. Dark Mother forgive me, for I am weak. Let these emotions be exiled from my being through the lifeblood that I sacrifice in your name, that I may complete my task with a clear conscience and undistracted mind amidst such strange company.”

The bleeding begins to slow as her prayer comes to an end. Withdrawing her heated hand from above the flame, she grabs her dagger - whose blade lay heating beside the fire - and she presses the broad side of the blade across the length of her wound, cauterizing it and protecting herself from infection. Once she sure the wound is sealed, she pulls out a bag of rations from her bag and munches on it as the fire dies down.

She puts out her small fire by burying it with sand, rewraps her hand with the cloth and glove, and returns to the camp - specifically the flying machine - to meditate until her shift to watch.

Zamar walks into the flying machine to look for Polly. "Hey, Polly. Just wanted to check in on you."

As he enters he sees Polly sitting with papers in her lap, which she's currently writing and drawing on. She doesn't look up, or acknowledge his presence.

'Mind if I keep you company?"

Polly shrugs, but says nothing, continuing to focus on her work.

"What are you working on?"

"Stuff," she said. Taking a quick glance at her paper, you see that she's writing words and archaic symbols. The words at the top of the paper are in common and say "Fire Bolt."

"Making your own spell book? That's good. I bet Singe is a good teacher."

"Yeah," she said, writing words in foreign languages.

"Are you doing okay?"

"I guess."

"I know it doesn't feel like it, but talking helps. I've been a Dad for a long time and I have a lot of practice at it."

Polly pauses her writing. "Everyone says they're worried about me. They say they care about me. But... that's not true is it? Everyone's just worried about making my brother angry."

"It is true. If we really cared about making your brother angry, we would find a way to send you back. But your feelings matter to us." He laughs. "Do you think your brother would like that you can sling fire? Did you know that before the incident with the Captain, I told Lera that if she didn't get her way, and people decided to send you back she would have to decide between adventuring and protecting you. Do you know what she chose?"

Polly stared down at the page in front of her. "No. What?"

"She was ready to give up being part of The Scarlet Dawn to see you home safely. Her lifelong dream was to be an adventurer. And she was going to give it up because you were more important. And I was going to go with her."

"Why?"

"Because we care about you. You matter because of who you are to us. That man, the Captain? He was going to give you to unknown people for money. He was not innocent. It may look like he didn't do anything, but only because we didn't let him."

"He didn't do anything." Polly finally looks up at Zamar, with tears in her eyes. "Why did he have to die?"

"He didn't have to die and he shouldn't have died. But he tried to sell you. That is not nothing."

"Does that mean Woe tried to sell me?"

"No. It means she was lied to."

"How do you know?"

"To be honest, you never know for sure. But I have spent much of my life learning about people and what makes them tick. The Captain tried to convince us to go along so we could be rich. When Woe found out what happened, she got upset. She was hurt that we thought she betrayed you. That is tough to fake."

"But..." Polly stopped and thought. "He said he was told to do it. That he wasn't supposed to tell Woe. That I was afraid of magic. But that's not true. I'm not. What if he wasn't trying to sell me? What if he was just doing what he was told?"

"Then why tell us at if we cooperate, we could all be rich? If someone told you to hurt another person, would you do it? Even if you knew that person was innocent? Our choices help define us. The fact that he tried to keep things from Woe says that he knew she would not have gone for it. That is how you know they are different."

Polly looked back down at her papers. "Why would someone want to sell me?"

"Your brother is an important and powerful man. They see you as a way to get to him. It's not that they want to sell you as though you were a possession. They want something from your brother and if they have you, they know you will cooperate. The problem is, we still don't know nearly enough. We don't know who really hired the Captain or what they want from your brother. All we can do is teach you to spot danger and help you avoid it until we can all return to him and let him know what we have learned. "

Polly sniffled and wiped her nose on her sleeve. "Was... was it the people who took me before and killed mommy and daddy?"

"I wish I knew, little one. It could have been. Or it could have been someone else. That is the problem with nobles. They play games and view people as pieces to be used and discarded. We are not all like that, but enough of us are for the reputation to stick. I am serious, though, when I say that every one of us, rough edges and all, would give our lives to protect you. And it has nothing to do with your brother. We all know you so much better than we know him. You are part of the Scarlet Dawn, and we take care of our own."

Polly's bottom lip quivers and she lets the papers slip from her lap as she leans over and hugs Zamar.

"There, there, little one. I am always here for you." He holds her and rocks her.

"I wanna go home," she sobs.

"I know. I want to bring you. We will take care of this business for Grasalfan as quickly as we can and get you back to E. He misses you, too."

"I'm sorry I caused so much trouble," she continued to sob. "I didn't mean to!"

"Hush, child. You are spirited. You are not trouble. You must walk your path."

"Everybody's mad at me."

"Everybody is mad at each other. Nobody is mad at you."

Polly pulled away and picked up her papers, returning to her writing. "Everyone keeps talking like I'm not here. I hear everything they say. They don't want me here. They don't trust my brother. They don't trust each other. I don't ever want to grow up. Adults are mean."

"Most of our group have no experience with children. You need to give them time to learn how to act around you. It is not that we don't you to be here. We want you to be safe. The life of an adventurer is anything but. We can't be sure we can do that, so we get worried."

Polly goes silent once again, focusing on her papers.

"As to your brother, it is not that we don't trust him. It is that we don't know him very well. We will learn to trust him over time."

Polly only shrugs in response. You get the feeling you aren't going to get much more out of her.

Zamar gives Polly a hug. "Be well, little one. You are loved."

As Zamar leaves, he glances over his shoulder, and sees Polly curl up into a ball on the floor. She's going to be sleeping in the flying machine tonight.He turns back, finds a blanket, and covers her up. Then he walks back to the beach.

As afternoon turns to evening and everyone finishes their individual chores Perrin will cook up what food the group has found. Nobody seems to question Shanolia’s disappearance; figuring that she probably went to eat alone as is normal for her. Not enjoying sea food Perrin himself Perrin will opt to eat some of his personal rations but makes sure Polly eats the fresh cooked fish but doesn’t push her to do much beyond that. As dusk turns to night Perrin assigns a watch order. 

“They’ll be four watches each watch happening in teams of two each watch lasting about two hours. First me and Lera, then Dapple and Shanolia, followed by Singe and Zamar, and then finally Woe and Koll.” With no objections the rest of the team goes off to bed as Lera and Perrin begin their watch. 

Perrin waits until evenone is asleep. Before he approaches Lera. “Lera, we need to talk about what happened earlier today; but first how are you feeling?”

Lera just bursts into tears. Perrin goes in to hug her. Not saying anything until she finishes crying.

“He-he’s dead. I’m responsible for his death,” she hiccuped between sobs. “He could have a family, and now they’ll never see him again. I took that away from them. I didn’t mean to kill him, I just wanted to scare him. But I was so angry and so scared...” 

“Shhh shhh I know. I know. We get so angry and scared that we don’t know what to do and we just lash out at someone. But, there’s nothing that can be done about it now. What’s happened has happened.” Perrin says continuing to hug and squeeze Lera. Letting her know that he’s there and is not judging her. “We all make mistakes. It’s just that when you have powers like we do our mistakes can be bigger. And even cost someone their lives. Especially for you dear. With your powers so seemingly attached to your emotions.” Perrin continues

“Can you imagine how tough my dad has had it?” Lera laughed a little. “Whenever I threw a temper tantrum, something got set on fire.” She sighed, looking down at her hands. “I’ve never killed a person before. With monsters like the fish dudes, it was different. But with him... I keep seeing his guts go...” The aasimar’s voice trailed off as she did an explosive hand motion.

“I know. I know. There’s nothing you can do about it now but learn from your past. My Pa use to tell me this old hafling saying when I was younger and I think you can benefit from it now. It roughly translates to. ‘The past can hurt. You can either run from it or learn from it.’ The mistake you made today hurts. Both you and the lives that Captain touched. It is up to you now to not only learn from that mistake but also to live for that life you took. Learn how to better control your powers but also to live up for what you killed for. To protect Polly.” Perrin says after giving her some time to try and explain what she keeps thinking about.

“How do you do it, Perrin? How are you... good? And always in control?” Lera asks.

“It’s not easy. Sometimes I just want to throw caution to the wind and let my emotions take over. But, the last time I did that my family suffered for it. The last time I wasn’t careful and just spoke out against what I saw I lost my Ma and Pa. And now every time I look down, and see this amulet to Yondalla I’m reminded of that. Reminded of what letting my emotions control me got me. But, I’m not saying that emotions are bad. Emotions are what let us feel and connect with people we just, can’t let our emotions control us. Otherwise those closest to us suffer.” Perrin says now looking down at the ground as he’s retelling a little bit of his darkest moment.

“It’s not your fault,” Lera parroted what her father often told her. “Even if it feels like it.”

“Don’t worry. I’ve...I’ve learned from my mistakes. I also wanted you to know that if it would have come down to it I wouldn’t let Polly go alone with that man. I would have gone with her. She’s a little willful tyke but, I love her for it. Makes me want children of my own someday.” Perrin says now thinking of a happy future.

"I was planning on going with her too," Lera shrugged. "I think you'd be a good dad, Perrin. I hope you get the chance."

“Me too.” Perrin says with a content sigh before continuing. “Now comes the hard part of the conversation. You’re going to have to make up to Woe. Not tonight. Maybe not even tomorrow. But eventually. Before we return to Baldurs Gate. She too has some feelings to work through. She found out that the man she trusts is possibly keeping secrets from her. That’d be like your dad keeping something away from you. She’s feeling confused and possibly betrayed . But if we’re going to be working together we can’t be angry at each other. Do you understand?”

You both hear a string of Zamar's Lyre pop with a *twang*

“She doesn’t see it that way,” Lera frowned. “She thinks I’m an idiot, that my opinion is worthless because of my age and choice of words. Even with all of the evidence, she still sees me as the one in the wron-“ Lera glanced over her shoulder at the sound of the twang. “You’re supposed to be sleeping, dad.”

Lera sees a single eye staring back at her from the darkness. "Szuuu," it says. It looks to be pulling the strings from Zamar's lyre.

Perrin gets up. “Last I checked your dad has two eyes.” Perrin then stands up and bangs his sword against his shield hoping to wake the others with the noise. “We know you’re there!”

Lera casts light so Perrin can see a little better. “He might have lost one in a very recent accident,” she murmured. “You never know.”

As the light illuminates the darkness around you, everyone sleeping outside begins to stir. Lera and Perrin both see a creature, putting Zamar's lyre strings in a small pouch at its side. It looks mechanical with a single eye dominating the majority of its torso. Two spindly arms dig deep in another pack, searching for more finds. It hovers slightly above the pack in the air as it does, legs dangling.

“Thief. Put it back.” Perrin gives chase to the creature.

When Perrin gives it chase, it launches in the air and flies towards the direction of ship, Zamar's pack in hand.

Lera on instinct casts [Tooltip Not Found] at the creature but misses. 

Seeing the miss Perrin attempts to put the modrone to Sleep with his new spell Sleep

The lil creature falls to the soft sand, a soft zzzz sound escaping its mouth.

The little creature continues to zzzzzz as Perrin approaches. The others are finally up and on their feet, taking their first look at the scene. The bundle of wires is sitting in its little pouch and its hand is still grasped around something in Zamar's pack.

It's a lyre. But not Zamar's that you've ever seen, Lera. The threads on this one are made of silverstrand and there are elvish etchings running around its frame.

Perrin returns the pack to its proper owner before knocking out the creature and then tying it up. Binding it’s wings together as well as it’s wrists and ankle together. With any remaining portion of the rope he’d like to tie the rest of it to a tree close to where they are currently camping at. He’ll leave him tied up so that their gnome friend will be interested in looking at it later. 

//Rolls: 

Firebolt: 1d20+5 = 6+5 = 11 Miss. 

Sleep: 5d8 = 1+7+2+3+8 = 21

//

Grasalfan comes stumbling out of his tent at the commotion. With just his undershirt and breeches, he pops out with a glowing hammer in hand. "What is it!?" He asks, "Are we under attack?" He raises his hammer defensively as he looks around the camp. He spots Perrin tying the modron up and hobbles over.

"A modron!" He exclaims. "Lookit em! He's so small!" He pokes the creature a couple times with his hammer, but it continues its Zzzzzz of sleep. "Are ye able to wake the fella up?" He asks. 

“Yeah. Eventually. I knocked him out for a little bit but he’ll eventually wake so you can talk to him.” Perrin replies