Project Point: Team Longsword

The elves will happily converse with Serandis about home and the differences of this land to their own. You notice that Liraes seems to have a special distaste for Mabaran undead, which he is clearly doing his best to keep from expressing to the extent that he offends someone (like, say, the barkeep).

You also learn the rest of their names and pronouns over the course of the conversaition--there is an elf man with a longsword and a dessicated face named Azael, whose right arm is made of livewood. The elven woman with a leafy green skull tattoo across her face is Shaehas, and does not really contribute verbally to the conversation, settling mainly for facial expressions and the occasional single word for communication. And reading a spellbook in the chair against the wall is Ilyr, who switches between she/her and they/them pronouns (currently using she/her), who has the Elven glyph for sight tattooed across her forehead.

Petra wakes up and enjoys breakfast with the group and the elves. She walks over to Ilyr over at the wall and greets her with a smile. "My name is Petra. A pleasure to meet you."

Ilyr gives Petra a friendly smile and sets her spellbook down, giving the paladin a nod. "Nice to meet you, Petra. Are you enjoying breakfast?"

OOC: Alright, I'd like a Con ST from everyone please :D

"I am enjoying breakfast, thank you."

Con:19

[CON save: 6]

Adaliza Con save: 19

Con Save: 16

You wrap up breakfast, and part ways with the elves, who head up to their rooms to finish packing.

As you step out of the tavern, Citron falls out of the air and to the ground, unconscious.

"What the hell?! Citron!" And she picks up the fairy to see what's going on and if she can wake him up. 

Medicine:7

"Citron!" Adaliza exclaimed it mentally, sending impulse to the fey. The silence in response was as frightening as the body on Petra's hands. She came closer, though had no idea how to help or what is going on, to begin with.

Serandis walks out under the cloudy Karrnathi sky as her friend and companion falls to the ground. She rushes to his side as Petra scoops him up. "Citron!"

Serandis looks around, her hands splayed out looking for something or someone that could have caused this. 

Perception: 14

Petra: You notice that Citron is breathing steadily, just asleep. You think that he might have been poisoned, and that you can wake him up with a good shake (i.e. an action).

Serandis: You spot a slight reddish residue on Citron's fingers, like he touched something. It's also on everyone else's.

"Wake up! This is no time to sleep!" Petra says, shaking Citron.

Citron: You have no idea what just happened. Last you knew, you were flying out of the door to the tavern, and all of a sudden you're being shaken in Petra's hand, with the others gathered around you with concerned expressions.

"You have fainted." Despite the worrisome words, Adaliza was smiling with relief. "How do you feel?"

Citron looks up lovingly at Petra who seems to be gently cradling him and says "Oi, lass...was that as good for you?" and he'll smile and pat her cheek before realizing they are outside in the daylight and mutter "again?".  He'll then wobbly float up out of Petra's embrace and look at Adaliza, "Fey don't faint dearie..." and he'll plop back on the ground and shake the cobwebs out of his head, and a few spiders crawl out of his big ears and wander off.

"What happened?"

"Exactly what I said - you were exiting the tavern and suddenly dropped to the ground, seemingly unconscious. But Petra managed to wake you up. Look for yourself." Adaliza sent the image of the even straight to Citron's mind.

"Everyone, look with eyes to your hands. What is this substance?" Serandis will bring her face close to her hand and look at the substance more closely. She wants to smell it, maybe even taste it. But if it knocked out poor, little Citron then who knows what could happen to her if she inhaled or imbibed it. 

"We all just shared a breakfast here, maybe it was something we touched inside. Should we investigate? This seems...suspicious."

"A substance?" Adaliza looked at her hand puzzled. "Some paint? Probably from a doorknob? Why do you think it is related to Citron's fe... knockout? Or to the breakfast? Should it be a poison, would not it be safer to add it to the food?" She opened the door again and looked the doorknob over.