Randy grins and obliges. adding in a good neck scratching.

((Definitely wrote out a response that I apparently never posted...))

Star is considering making Randy an official part of his royal retinue.

The brothers swab the horse's nostrils with a pungent, but not unpleasant salve, and you get ready to depart.

Brucho climbs into one wagon, indicating that Randy should take the other, while Boskin gathers the other two mounts, riding one and leading the other. You shortly return to the clearing, having to pause a few times to clear out saplings and the like to get the wagons through.

Progress has been ongoing while you were gone, with Coljin and Evar removing a few smaller bulette plates, and continuing to work, while Ulmwin is serenading folks as the mother/daughter duo continue harvesting blood. Whoopsie and Dornikal are geeking out over gems.

((Wanting to ask or RP anything further? Wanting to do or check anything out? The other group is going to be focusing on getting the hydra and bulettes harvested, and they'd welcome assistance if you wanted to offer it, but would also be fine with you guys skipping through the meadow or whatever else you'd want to do.))

"Dumathoin be blessed! Look at the fittings on that gem!"

Ulmwin is more than content to, at least for now, to focus on improving the mood by playing his little songs, at least until the work is done.

Coljin will continue to help with the dismantling of the bulette, happy to be working on learning the skill.  

He will just be chatting with Evar about nothing in particular while working.

During a bit of a break he will however, ask, "We don't know this area well.  How many other dangerous creatures or cultures are nearby?  I certainly didn't expect to see a hydra today when I started walking around."

Randy will pitch in an help anywhere they ask him to. 

Nature:24

Now that Randy isn't distracted, he devotes  a little more attention to the subject of the beasts. "The hydra doesn't belong here.  Large reptiles like that, with the exception of  certain dragons, almost always are tropical or swamp creatures because they can't generate their own body heat.  The dragon that live up here either like cold or they generate heat by one means or another.  The bulette I'm not surprised to see.  Brucho mentioned that the bounty on the hydra came from the university.  Possibly an experiment gone wrong or  an exhibit that got away from them." 

((Give me a Perception check as well, Randy?))

perception: 7

((For what it's worth, Passive perception is 13))

It is summer, so it's not as chilly in this mountain meadow as it otherwise might be, but Randy wagers it gets quite cold in the winter. He does note that towards the southwest edge of the meadow, where the terrain slopes into a shallow, marshy depression, that the vegetation seems quite dense and lush.

The harvesting continues at a good pace, the taciturn Evar offering occasional insights to Coljin largely through gestures and grunts, but the cleric is getting the hang of what he wants, and is able to anticipate the tracker's needs more than a few times, earning him brief vocalizations of approval.

Ulmwin continues playing, but keeps his performance merely adequate, not wanting to overly distract from the task at hand for the others. There will be plenty of time to wow them later.

Whoopsie shows Dornikal some of the special ammunition that they were using against the hydra, which while it doesn't contain any gems, the tabaxi artificer figures may interest the formerly flaming dwarf just due to their fire properties. He draws a bolt from a vertical canister, water dripping down its length. Behind the metal tip is a glass cylinder maybe the length of Dornikal's pinky finger with a viscous liquid contained inside. He goes on to explain that the cylinder contains a substance that ignites on contact with air, which while the shaft doesn't do as much physical damage as a normal bolt, does result in the puff of flame you saw dotting the hydra as it was battling the bulette.

Coljin continues with what help is needed, but the new task has lost it's luster.  There is a reason he didn't become a hunter/trapper.

When a break time comes up, he wanders a bit away from the dead beast and finds a nice to tree to sit back against for a bit and digs out a bit of jerky to chew on.

Evar continues on while Coljin takes a break. While the cleric relaxes against a tree and enjoys the nature surrounding him, he notices the young tiefling seemingly casting something on the various harvested parts of the hydra and basilisk.

((Coljin can make an Arcana check if he's curious.))

Dornikal looks in at the fluid, but refrains from tapping the glass.

"Useful against stuff that don't care for fire. How ye get it in there if it blows up in the air?  Ye're quite the hand at this!"

(Is Ulmwin allowed to make a check, or would he not be in a position to notice/ too enraptured in his mediocre performance? If he can though:)

Arcana: 10

"Carefully.", Whoospie shares with a grin.

Ulmwin isn't quite sure what the spell is, but deduces that it is something to help ensure that the harvested parts stay in good shape on the trip back to the city in the summer heat.

Arcana: 9

Dornikal guffaws at Whoopies likely entirely accurate response.

"How ye get her name then? Drop one or two of these?"

Coljin isn't quite sure what she's up to, but is able to recognize it as some sort of ritual casting.

"Aamong other thingss.", Whoopsie shrugs. "Mmistakes make for a good teacherr."

Dornikal again notices the series of scars, singed fur and other evidence that Whoopsie's little experiments sometimes are hard earned.