"Oh, my babies! You must have been scared half to death!" The goat herder sits on the ground as the goats gather around him licking his face. "Thank you so much, strangers!"

The wyvern appears to be completely dead. 

Bran will chop the wyvern heads off and harvest what he can from the creatures.

”Yes, I suppose you’re right Constanza. Their behavior was more like coyotes or a starving creature. Maybe we should ask the goat herder if he or she have angered someone?”

Nature Check: 9

Constanza will tilt her head while taking in the information and gauging it's extent of gravity. Then she will attempt to recall additional information regarding the behavior of the Wyverns.

Intelligence: Nature 18

"It's quite difficult for me to identify the features of comparison correctly, but I think these draconic creatures were definitely hungry."

Bran harvests what he can: 1 wyvern eye and a set of wyvern teeth. 

D'ward approaches the goat herder. "Why aren't you taking the High Road? Traveling the wilderness alone with a pack of goats is dangerous business."

"Thank you for saving us! That was a close one! Those winged devils almost got my babies! I don't like traveling the main roads much, I prefer to be in nature. I'm on my way to Phandalin to sell these giant goats here. They'll fetch a hefty price!" 

Galingale leans casually on his glaive for a moment after the Wyvern dies before taking out a handkerchief to clean the beasts blood off it. He looks at the goats in interest.

"I imagine those would make for an interesting mount." He says half to himself and half to the gnome.

Bran checks on Galingale's injuries.

D'ward, loading his pistol "We're headed towards Lielon. Be safe on your journey to Phandalin." 

Constanza will tear off a small piece of bandage and cover the open wound with the item, but she'll refrain herself from applying magical healing salve since she doesn't consider the injury deadly.

"You're really a lucky guy, Galingale. Such type of non-lethal damage from sharp weapons may not pose a direct threat, but carelessly aimed eldritch beams can be fatal."

She will address her noble companion 'Bran' as 'Bran, the Wyvern-slayer' from now on to commemorate the act of unprecedented bravery, and expose the fact that her illusory mage-craft has been the source of the distress call of the dead creature.

"This scratch?" He says with a smile. "You're right, I've had worse shaving."

“Glad you’re ok Galingale,” Bran says with strain and embarrassment in his voice but still strong in tone. 
“Lets press on and continue our journey. Saddle back up in five minutes, sound good?”

Constanza will smile and cherish the warmth of the light-hearted chatter between the big boys, and nod in agreement with the proposal for resuming the journey.

"Let's see if the warm-up combat session grants us advantage for the 'D-day' combat."

 Bran checks his horse, horse equipment and equipment attached to the horse for any damages. He endures the saddle, bit and bridle, and barding are still secured properly. Bran stretches a bit before getting back onto his horse.

“Easy…easy now Sleipnir, shhh shhh shh shhh,” feeding him an apple.

Bran observes the surrounding area.

D'ward climbs atop his steed, "Well then, shall we?" 

The party rides on without incident, arriving in Lielon during the night. 

Leilon

This small town along the High Road is in the midst of rebuilding itself after being abandoned for years. Its inhabitants hail from Neverwinter and are in the paid service of the city’s Lord Protector, who has tasked them with turning Leilon into a fortified settlement that can ward off threats from the Mere of Dead Men. 

The party is met by two town guards, D'ward speaks with the men for a moment and you enter Lielon. 

D'ward says confidently, "We can head to the Umber Hulk's Shell Inn. Alion will take good care of us. In the morning we can meet at the Barge Yard and I can show you the ship. I assure you, it's impressive," he says with a sharp-toothed grin. "Ugly Beard should arrive in town sometime tomorrow as well. He'll be bringing much-needed supplies for our voyage... should you decide to embark with us." 

Umber Hulk’s Shell Inn

Alion Malwyn, a kind-hearted, nonbinary Illuskan human, runs this newly constructed two-story inn. A bed for the night costs 5 sp, while a meal costs 1 sp.

Bran nods in agreement with D’ward.

Bran exclaims with laughter, ”After we check in I’m definitely getting a meal and a mead…or three!” 

Bran looks ahead still with a smile. He catches Constanza’s radiant figure in the moonlight and his heart races. He takes a deep breath and lets it out in a whisper as the light makes her skin glow. The moonlight then hits just right, blindly reflecting off something metallic, blocking Bran’s vision for just a moment. He shakes it away. “Damn it,” he whispers and blinks rapidly and makes an irritated face.

”Let’s get that mead, eh?”

Constanza feels delighted to breath in the fresh air that faintly smells like salty sea-water, she lets her hair flow freely. For awhile, she attempts to predict the weather before starting her journey tomorrow so that she can prepare for the worst case scenario....licking her index finger and lifting it upwards to gauge the moisture in the air.

Wisdom: Survival 13