"Thank you very much Stanimir, this is most appreciated..." Ubly trails off looking inside the wagon as they immediately start walking towards the wand. They pick it up and look it over, running their hands over it as they stare fixedly and mutter to themselves.

Estelle looks over the members of her group. "Is everyone alright? Should we rest a moment before we journey on?"

“I’m good to keep going,” Amelia says, despite the fact that she’s currently bleeding.

"I can keep going. We should get a lay of the land and start this journey. It sounds like time is of importance," Mia says as she hops on the wagon. As she passes Amelia she pats her on the back healing her for 10hp with lay on hands. 

"Wow," Estelle says, a smile beginning to form. "You're a brave lot, aren't you? Reminds me of my older brothers. Alright then," she hops into the wagon beside Mia. "Best be on our guard." She holds her broach in her hands, running her fingers over the silver while she casts Vigilant Blessing on herself. She then pins the broach onto her robes with a fond pat.

Amelia looks at Mia. "That was...unnecessary," she says, despite it having been necessary. "But thank you nonetheless." She gets into the wagon.

Stanimir nods at Bral. "It's for the best. I'm sure you'll get some use from it." 

Rose and Thorn both get in the driver's seat as they begin to bicker about who's driving. As Thorn and Stanimir ties a horse, Rose and turns to everyone. "So where to first?"

Stanimir smiles at everyone. "Good luck on your journey." 

While this conversation was going on, Baudric would have been hauling the bodies to the indicated location and beginning preparations to burn them, looking slightly puzzled that no one else seemed interested in this basic precaution before remembering that these strangers were all from other lands, ones perhaps not as infested with the undead. Once his task is finished and the bodies alight, he rejoins the others, "A bit bruised, but nothing new, I'm good to move on. Have we worked out the path to our intended destination?" Glancing at the siblings bickering over driving, he chuckles briefly, "I wonder if I should drive to make things simpler? No, they'll figure it out."

Ubly smiles at Stanimir and says, "Thank you very much!" Before hopping into the wagon and waiting for their departure.

"Well, that river, the Luna River, did not seem too far from here. Let's start there," Bral says to Rose and Thorn as he climbs in the wagon.

"You didn't find anything useful on those bodies?" Bral says turning to Baudric. "No coin, no weapons. Nothing?"

"Luna it is," Rose says as she waits for everyone to enter the wagon. 

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"Well, that river, the Luna River, did not seem too far from here. Let's start there," Bral says to Rose and Thorn as he climbs in the wagon.

"You didn't find anything useful on those bodies?" Bral says turning to Baudric. "No coin, no weapons. Nothing?"

 (I forgot to post it, but he would have searched them, at least for weapons and armor, while moving them around. Investigation: 14)

You find three sets of hide armor and three great axes. On the leader you find 9 days of rations. 

Baudric shows the others what he'd found and stow them in the cart.

Ubly smiles at the others as they get into the wagon and says, "Well this has been an interesting way to meet you all! Well done back there, that was a good show. Now, we were discussing some things before we met with Madam Eva. Oh I think just talking about ourselves and such things. At any rate, this is a strange place isn't it?" They are looking around at everyone as they chatter on with their hair wildly strewn about the strange crown on their head and a big crooked smile.

If anybody seems to be looking back they'll try to engage them with their rambling, and they also leave openings for answers, but if the others ignore them, they keep talking about nothing.

Baudric looks around the landscape, "Strange? I suppose that depends on where you're from. So far it seems more peaceful than my homeland."

Amelia arches a brow. "Your homeland must be quite an interesting place, then. Where do you hail from?"

Baudric continues to stare off into the distance, "Falkovnia. It is constantly under siege from hordes of the undead. I've spent the last decade fighting them off, trying to preserve what is left of our people." There's a pause for a moment, before he asks himself quietly, "I wonder what happened to the others?"

Bral raises an eyebrow at Baudric's description of Falkovnia, "Hordes of undead? And what kind of undead would that be?

As for I, I'm from Darkon. It too has problems with the undead. I guess you decided to burn the bodies to prevent them from rising. It is a practice that is common in Darkon too. However, I had gotten so used to leaving the dead to the locals to take care of, I did not think to help you just now.

But Darkon's problems are not just with the undead, but the Shroud is just as dangerous. Much of Darkon has been lost to it."

Baudric shrugs, "Zombies mostly, but I found some historical records of other types of undead, whether they were from our land or somewhere else, I'm not sure."