T'laren:

 "Hmmn," thinks Favric.  "Thats an interesting question.  Most of the clerics who have joined the faith renounced their old gods and took up the scriptures of Tiamat.  If I take your meaning, though, I don't think you're talking about divine spells.  Pact magic?  Right?  I wouldn't imagine dragons take issue with where their soldier draw their power.  As long as your patron is OK, I don't see an issue."

"As far as uncomfortable orders, I wouldn't worry about it.  I've been with them for years and I've never been asked to do something I wasn't completely comfortable with."

Droknin, the wounded cultists looks even more terrified as you loom over him, perhaps convinced this man-lion has come to devour him.  But you are able to correct some simple mistakes they made in his bindings and soon the bleeding is under control and he is resting comfortably.

Garrin would like to assess if these guys are basically morally dead inside, or if they have genuine manners

Insight 3 

Droknin approaches the wounded man, takes out a big ol' bandage and gives it a good lick with his feline tongue, then he secures the wound. "There, all good now. Did I tell you that when I was younger I started out as a field medic? Ahh good old time. However, that will be a story for another day. You get plenty of rest now." Droknin gives his signature big Leonin smile showing off his large canines.

[T'laren will have Neral't pop up at the outer edge of his range, towards the woods in a few locations, and swap spots with him, peering out towards the vegetation for more blights.]

Garrin:

 T'laren:

When Droknin gives his big, toothy grin, the wounded man feints, passing out on the floor.

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When Droknin gives his big, toothy grin, the wounded man feints, passing out on the floor.

"Well, I did not mean for you to follow my advice literally, but I guess to each their own." The Leonin finds a blanket and gently covers the resting cultist. He keeps to himself that it might be his Leonin charisma putting the humans at ease.

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Treeline secured, T'laren and Neral't will flit about to investigate the rustling and activity in the ruins. If he's able to pinpoint a location, he'll hide and keep watch on it.

Stealth: 18
Perception: 6

(@DM. Does Droknin see that?)

Garrin stabs his staff at the ground in contemplation a few times as he considers Favric. 

"So what brings you and yours here?" 

Droknin, you can't see what T'laren is doing outside, but it would probably occur to some of you eventually that T'laren hasn't joined you in the cottage.  Though you may have noticed one of his arrows came through a window and took out one of the blights.

T'laren:

 To Garrin: "Well, as I was starting to say before those hideous beasts interrupted us, we are here to treat with the dragon.  These ruins are home to a green dragon, and we hope to make an alliance with her before other forces drive her out or enrage her."

"We plan to visit her lair in the morning."

Garrin contemplates then shrugs. "Nothin' to do with yours truly, I s'pose. We're passing through, looking for a fortress where these goblins are stayin'. Got a bit lost. You wouldn't happen to know where it is, would you?" 

Garrin absolutely hates the idea of yet another dragon moving into the area, and thinks it's bad that these cultists are here to support it, but one problem at a time, and don't let these turds know it. 

"A pity," says Favric.  "I'd hoped you might come along with us in the morning to meet the dragon."

"Goblins?  No.  Your little friend there is the first goblin we have seen."  He looks at Droop with naked contempt. 

"In any case, you did us a service, helping with those twig monsters.  You can rest here if you like.  Just find a place to get comfortable and we can go our separate ways in the morning."

[Does T'laren come inside, or remain outside the cottage?]

((He'll stay outside.))

Keashirryl felt seriously concerned for a moment. Her companions dipping their toes into dragon worship was a rather uncomfortable idea in itself, but she was even more reluctant to get involved. Luckily, Garrin did not prove enthusiastic about a new faith either.

These people seem too friendly for her, and trusting strangers is even more challenging since the meeting with fake Sildar. Their contempt towards their goblin friend does not improve her mood either, and she can't help but raise an eyebrow.

She leaves her backpack behind, asking Droop to set up a place for her to sleep if they decide to stay.

"Excuse me for a moment. Just need to clear my head. These creatures made a mess and the stench got to me. A bit of fresh air will do me good", she mumbles quickly, leaving the building to check if T'laren is still around. She keeps an eye out for anyone following her and only proceeds if she is alone. She cannot be sure if the cultists have seen the arrow, and she does not want to blow the fighter's cover, but wants to make sure nothing unpleasant happened.

Perception: 15  

Neral't is waving in her direction, but is apparently going unnoticed.

((I think one of his arrows was shot towards the door, the other towards the window, did either end up outside? If so, he may use Neral't to retrieve them.))

[One of T'laren's arrows pierced a twig blight outside the front door.  The other went in through the window.]

Keashirryl is too distracted by the eerie ambiance of the dead village to spot T'laren, but his waving eventually catches her attention.  Once again there seem to be two of him somehow, parked on opposite rooftops.  The two can have a quiet conversation apart from the cultists if they like.

Notwithstanding any changes in plans Keashirryl and T'laren cook up, the party can take a LONG REST.  Those who stay inside the cottage with the cultists rest comfortably.  T'laren, please roll a D12.

The sun rises with a pink glow on the eastern horizon. 

As the party rises, the cultists are packing up their gear and preparing themselves for a visit to the Green Dragon.  Some seem practically delirious with excitement, while others are clearly trying to hide raw panic.

Favric makes a final effort to try and convince you to join them in visiting the glorious creature.