Peering past the fey dormouse, Tellior sees a second one curled up in a nest of woven twigs, straw, and string. This one shudders and stirs as if trying to get more comfortable, never opening his eyes. The first dormouse speaks again, “My father is ill. I don’t know what to do for him. Please, do you have any healing or medicine?” She moves over and pats her father to calm him.

"I have some magic to heal wounds, but it may not do anything for illness," Tellior says.  He looks over at Ember, "Perhaps you might have some means of helping?" 

“How curious.”  Kellen could communicate with small woodland animals from time to time using simple gestures and sounds, but his creature spoke clear so Tell could understand.  But this was the Feywild afterall.  Kellen stands on his tiptoes to get a closer look at the creatures and tries to determine exactly what they are, which may help with treatment. 

Nature:17.

“Do you know what caused your father to become ill?  Was it something he ate, something he touched?  Did he have any interactions with anything or anyone recently?’  Kellen has a love for small forest creatures and tries to determine more information on the illness. 

Medicine:8.

"if he can hold on until tomorrow i can help him, curing diseases is among my abilities but i used it to save celesta"

“I am grateful you did heal me!” Says celesta.  She looks at the small creature.  “I’m certain we can try to help, if you have an idea what might be wrong?” 

As Kellen peeks up at the small creatures, he can tell they are dormice. The ability to speak Common and a slight glimmer about her fur suggests that they belong to some fey variety. However, this puts them well out of his knowledge for providing a specific treatment.

The dormouse responds to your questions, “He was bitten by a beetle of a local variety that usually feeds on carrion. I think the bite became infected, leading to this fever. We are so small. Any kind of healing might do him good.”

Aspen speaks up, “Perhaps even a drop of a healing potion? Or I could produce more goodberries, if he is able to eat at all. Just a nibble might be enough. As she says, they are quite small. What do you all think?”

Tellior nods to Aspen, "Fine ideas.  Perhaps we try a goodberry. If that doesn't work, I will try my healing magic. I think I can manage one more spell today.  And if that doesn't help...  well, we will think about that if we must."

"i also have one spell if it may aid him, but curing diseases requires a level of control i dont have over my spellcraft"

Aspen mutters a few words under his breath and gestures with one hand over the other. Ten berries appear in his hand. He places nine in a pouch at his waist and carefully slices the tenth one into four pieces. “One berry is usually good for someone my size, so we want to just try a little bit at a time for your father. See if he’ll eat this.” He gently hands one quarter to the dormouse. 

The dormouse takes it in both hands, moves toward her father, and coaxes him to eat. He rouses a little, his nose wrinkling as he catches the scent. After a moment, he nibbles at it, eyes still closed. Finishing the small piece, he sighs, curls up, and seems to drift off to a more comfortable sleep.

His daughter clasps her hands at her chest, lets out a deep breath, and turns back to you all. “I think that’s done it! The Clamberleaf family is indebted to you. We are not easily seen, but we watch the actions of the big folk. If we can return this great favor, we will. My name is Lionet, but you can find any of us by calling out ‘Clamberleaf’ as you walk along the hedges.”

“Happy to be of service. Take the other pieces of this berry for later. Their potency will end at the same time tomorrow, so eat them before then. My name is Aspen. These are my friends, Tellior, Kellen, Celesta, and Ember. It is a pleasure to meet you." 

"Aspen, I am so glad you were able to help. And to you Lionet - if you see us about and need anything else, please just let us know!"  Tellior looks relieved that the goodberry seemed to work.  

“Wonderful-  we are happy we could help- and we certainly need friends in this place!  “ celesta says, with a little bow Of respect to the mice. 

Kellen offers a finger to shake hands with the Dormouse. “I am Kellen, it is my pleasure to meet you Lionet.  I am so glad that Aspen was able to help your father, he has my wishes for a full recovery.”

Kellen turns back to the group “Great idea Aspen, thanks for sharing your goodberries once again.  It has been a long and taxing morning, perhaps we should continue on to the market and make our purchases quickly before we head back to the palace to regain our strength, and our magic.”

ember bows to the mice, then turns to look at the sky a worried expression on his face

You all move on, Aspen leading the way to Al’madath’s Animals. This time, it appears to be open. As you enter, some small bells at the door jingle to announce your presence. You hear the twitter of songbirds and the small barks of a couple of puppies. There is a smell of fresh straw layered with typical animal smells. Looking around, you see shelves with woven cages, a few round bird cages hanging from the ceiling, a larger kennel in one corner with the puppies, and a few glass bowls on the counter. Unlike the shops you’ve entered previously that had wooden paneling, the walls here are uncovered hedge, trimmed and woven in places to keep it from overtaking the whole place.

After a moment, one of the large treefolk or spriggans comes through a back door to the counter. They have dark bark-like skin interwoven with free vines, black eyes, and mossy growing atop their head in place of hair. A deep, rumbling voice says, “Welcome! I am Al’madath. This is my shop. These creatures are in my care. How may I be of service to you?”

"we found some bloodhawks, i am not sure whether we will sell them yet but would be interested in knowing what price we can get for them."

"We're really most interested in seeing these creatures are well cared for," Tellior adds to Ember's comment. He looks around at the shop and how it is grown and woven from the hedge itself.  "And if you don't mind my saying, it is quite interesting how this shop is made from the Hedge itself.  Doing that must take quite a talent." 

Kellen is quite taken by the inside of the shop, bouncing here and there to look at various pets and small animals.  He pipes up as Ember and Tellior discuss the bloodhawks with the shop owner “Can the hawks be trained?  Would they make suitable pets?  Perhaps we could keep one if it can be trained.”

celesta is similarly impressed with the shop, resisting the urge to buy any pets, but studying each creature with curiosity.  

"kellen, dont touch anything" ember winces at kellens bouncing

“Come now Ember, where is your sense of wonder?  Look around, enjoy nature's splendors.  These animals will not bite you.”