Jimjar also asks in Common for the benefit of Lia and Gal, "We want to tell them anything about Sloobludop? Or play dumb?"

Galingal keeps his eyes on the other boat while Jimjar speaks.

"Could say we went and saw something had destroyed most of town before we got there," Galingal says. "Heard many refugee flee around lake."

Jimjar nods and turns back to the duergar, "We saw that something destroyed a lot of Sloobludop, we had no interest in putting on a show in the ruins of a town, so headed with the current down this way. There may be others who survived the destruction fleeing as refugees."

Jimjar sorta Deception: 21
Duergar Insight: 8

At the sound of Sloobludop's troubles, a few of the duergar exchange glances. 

"Ah, probably a wise decision. We'll not hold you from your travels, you're about five days out from the City of Blades if the Darklake treats you right."

The duergar take up oars and prepare to row onward.

With his Undercommon still being very rudimentary, Galingal can't make out much of what the duergar say, but instead he focuses on their body language and the way they look at Jimjar and each other to see if they might be hiding more than they're letting on - especially when Jimjar mentions there may be refugees.

Insight: 7  

Lia just quickly asks the crew, “Are we okay for food and supplies?… Anything we or they might have, to lend or trade?”.

((Otherwise Lia is happy to wave goodbye))

Galingal

((Between Galingal being able to use remaining spell slots to top off your water barrels, and Stena's daily foraging (with help!), you're not doing bad on food and water. Don't have a lot to spare, but aren't in immediate danger of starving.))

"Let them go," Galingal says to Jimjar. "Not likely see them again. If we look like we need they will try take advantage."

He keeps his eyes on the other boat as it floats away.

Stena keeps watching after long after they've vanished from her sight.

She utters a curse after them and spits in the water before coming back into view.

"Let's move."

She gets back to poling.

Lia considers playing a little more, after they leave, but instead picks up an oar and helps the crew make some more progress onwards.

Galingal takes his turn at the poles as well, keeping an eye out when the others rest.

Perception for watch if needed: 12  

You pole the boat onward through the dim and the wet, navigating onward, eventually stopping and anchoring.

((If you've the choice, would you tend to anchor in the pitch dark, or with glowing fungus or moss if there is any nearby?))

As you're taking your rest and settling in, the sounds of flapping and a burbling screech reaches some of you, bringing back recollections of the blood sucking stirges that beset the party shortly before most of you were captured by the KTs. 

((Stena would prefer not to be lite up from the moss and since we all have darkvision being in the light isn't that helpful.))

Stena grips her bow and scans the air for flying foes.

There is nothing in range of her darkvision just yet, and the echoes are bouncing around, making it hard to tell where they're coming from, when she sees a flit of movement to the stern of the boat, and spots a half dozen or more stirges flapping their way towards you.

((Do we all see the stirges? How close are they? How tightly grouped are they? Do we have time to act or is it initiative?))

((Stena spots them at 90ft, and can draw the Underdarker's attention to them. They aren't beelining for the boat yet, but are generally heading in your direction.))

Stena waves her arms to get everyone's attention and points in the direction of the stirge and gives the count she can see with her hand before winking out of sight.

She decides to take care of the issue before they can close and opens up on them.

Attack 1: 21 Damage: 9

Attack 2: 24 Damage: 11

(Shouldn't have even bothered with the extra damage with these guys)

Initiative: 11

((If you want to give her some sort multi-kill shot here is the extra d8 I thought I put in! 3))

Lia squints out that way, in the stirges’ direction. She pulls out her lyre, ready to perhaps cast something… ((how many do we see?))…

Initiative: 6