Speedwell packs up any of his things that he might have used throughout the night the sleep and shoulders his pack. He grabs the leaves that he took off of the dead goblin and asks the group, “Can anyone identify this? Or what it’s used for? One of the goblins was holding onto it when we tried to save them.”

Inif looks at the leaves with curiosity "I have read a number of volumes on plants across the multiverse..."

"Shall we head off now that we have the light?  Let's find this fireworks and get back by nightfall."

Autumnleaf, her doll safely packed away back into her bag and currently rotating slowly in place, takes a look at the leaves, head tilting side to side for a moment, responding to Inif without looking at them. "Safer travels in light of day, finding fireworks faster with friends of fey."

Unfortunately, the goblin herbs seem to be an unknown to everyone in the group. Though it is plain to see that they were not well cared for, and have already wilted more than just the night before, where they were already clearly not fresh, and had likely just been shoved into a pocket.

“Alright,” Speedwell says. “Let’s continue on and finish this.” Then, he moved himself to the front of the pack leading the way and keeping an eye out for more dangers, his ears continuously moving back and forth erratically as the various sounds of the fae reach him. 

Giovani follows along easily enough.

Autumnleaf, much like her namesake, dances along in the air while following as well, humming and occasionally singing some little ditty or other in Sylvan.

Leaving the spider lair behind, unsure for how long your clothing will reek, it's easy enough to get back to the stream, and from there continue following it towards the coast. Just as you start to hear the waves and wind, you also catch sight of something slightly unexpected, a shipwreck, a bit inland. The ship itself is a two-masted sailing vessel that appears to have been here at least a few decades, judging by the current state of it. If anyone knows anything of ships, you might be able to tell that it once was a work of beauty, though little of that remains. The ship is somehow still upright, perhaps held in place by the mud and muck of the swamp in the area, as well as thick growths of marsh moss, ivy, and other foliage. The derelict leans toward its stern at a noticeable but not unwieldy angle, and its railings are as decorated with hanging moss as they are with goblin skulls and bits of bone, which whistle as the wind goes through them, only occasionally overshadowed by the sound of canine whimpering or growling. The swampy 'yard' around the ship is encircled by a 8-10 foot high rickety wooden fence, though if you circle the enclosure you would find a 'door' in it left open on the eastern side. You can see a thin curl of smoke wafting up from the chimney that protrudes from an unusual box-like structure near the ship's bow.

Speedwell begins looking for traps around the property. “We should make sure we’re not walking into a trap,” he says to the others as he’s investigating the area. 

Autumnleaf hums, hands on her hips and tilting her head left and right in thought for a moment, then flying up, up, up, about ninety feet in the air to get a good view of the ship and its surroundings.

Giovani waits for the report of the others

Speedwell gives the opening in the fence a good look over, and finds nothing suspicious. Looking in through the gate he gets a glimpse of what Autumnleaf returns to report. After flying up a bit she's actually able to get a view of the coast and the sea beyond, and almost needs to fight against the occasional gust of wind coming in from the sea, though the fresh air is welcoming after the smells of her and her companions, as well as those wafting from the ship below.

From her vantage point above, she can see on the ship there are a couple mid-sized, extremely mangy canines sniffing at the air, who at one point look up towards her location and start barking. She then hears a shout from inside the box- structure on the top from where the smoke is coming, and the poor beasts quickly quiet down. There also appears to be a small box where the beasts would call home, but the two you see are out and about on the deck.

The ship itself has a few bushes growing around it, and a small swampy pond, which is likely a breeding ground for mosquitoes, at its aft. The bow of the ship, which is towards the side of the fence leading to the opening in the fence that Speedwell is currently examining, has a rickety ladder reaching up to it from the ground, which appears to be how any, not flying, creatures would gain entrance.

a rough sketch done by a goblin, not to scale

Autumnleaf drops back down to the others, swaying as she goes, coming to a stop where she can stage whisper into Speedwells ear. "One is yelling from smokey box, at mangy mutts, of which there's two. Unpleasant footing for earthbound folk, swamp and rot make for a hard way through."

Giovani looks to the others. “This looks to be the place. If it were simply me, I’d go to the fence and climb aboard. I welcome other thoughts.” 

"Was there no bargaining suggested for these fireworks, or merely killing?  Either way, let's find out who or what we are dealing with."  Inif suggests.

Tapping her chin in thought before letting out a short giggle, Autumnleaf looks at Inif. "Maybe to work with words is best, smooth over violent action in the name of our quest. Remember too what dead goblins said, this is the cannibal Vorka's turf, the cause of dread.  Collect the bodies left by spider brood, in case Vorka is the one aboard, and make use of them as leverage. We present and offer them as food, in exchange for firework hoard, with side of greens or maybe beverage?"

Giovani shakes his head dispassionately. “No. I cannot offer such a deal. The cannibal cannot be tolerated. My lady will not allow me to barter with such a thing.” 

Autumnleaf shrugs animatedly, a sparkle of magic trailing down her arm to her hand. "If negotiation by word is not the way, then whoever we face will die today."

Speedwell listens to the conversation quietly, feeling conflicted. Then, with his mind made up, he chimes in, “Let’s just take her out. It’s one less Goblin to  terrorize the fae. Does anyone have anything we could use to subdue the dogs?”

Giovani jangles his sword meaningfully