"Very well. My name is Jathas. And I do believe you are correct. Before coming to this tavern, I was scouting out the cultist's camp, and had a little chase. I got away, as you can tell, but I may have alerted them of my presence.

Nobody instantly freezes up at the noise, then furtively looked behind him in search of any signs of Fargen returning to camp. Although he knew full well he did so in vain. He then took a steadying breath and whispered words of encouragement, before then pressing closer to the cultist campground in search of the source of the scream. All the while silently praying to Azuth to grant him the cunning and foresight to overcome whatever challenge lay ahead of them.

Nobody, Kissa

Following the wailful scream is a cry of "Someone killed my husband! Oh poor Kenney!" A different voice, male, yells out "It was that Paladin, and his friends, that are shadowing us, I'm sure! " 

Nobody froze up on the spot and reflexively looked back to Kissa; only to once again remember the downside that came with invisibility. So after cursing inwardly, his mind toys with the idea of whispering something instead to her; but instead, he shakes his head, dismissing the idea before proceeding to quietly continuing getting closer still to the noise to try and get at least a visual on the actual scene. If but for no other reason than to put faces to both the slanderer and person distraught by apparently some murder. And so close to town at that!

'Wait... Could they be thinking of getting us arrested?!' He thought with increasing worry.

Kissa frowned invisibly, whispering, " You bastards, you killed Kenney."

" Who's Kenney?"

Fargen and Jathas

The bartender, brings you another round, there is merry atmosphere, thanks to Fargen.

Jathas downs the shot in one go.

"So, what do you know so far."

(OOC: I can't believe I didn't get the reference sooner! Ugh! Terrible on my part.)

Nobody pauses in step, hesitantly looks back and forth between Kissa's general direction, and where they -- he at least needed to go, and then whispers back, "No idea. I suspect a local if they want there plan to really stick. But we'll need to get proof to counter their claim. That, or... one of us heads into town and warns Fargen and the rest, while the other keeps an eye on the situation."

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(OOC: I can't believe I didn't get the reference sooner! Ugh! Terrible on my part.)

Nobody pauses in step, hesitantly looks back and forth between Kissa's general direction, and where they -- he at least needed to go, and then whispers back, "No idea. I suspect a local if they want there plan to really stick. But we'll need to get proof to counter their claim. That, or... one of us heads into town and warns Fargen and the rest, while the other keeps an eye on the situation."

"I'll stay and watch....hurry back."

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Jathas downs the shot in one go.

"So, what do you know so far."

 Fargen looks around 23 for spying eyes and ears.

"There's a priest among the cultists in the caravan.  They are smuggling their plunder among the wagons.  We were instructed to observe but not intervene, though I feel we endanger ourselves being pacifists.   We found our food tainted with the night before.  If I had my way, I'd lay the priest flat and expose the theives and liars for who they are."

Fargen takes another long swig of ale, "What skills do you offer, aside from being unseen?  Do you have any updated instructions?"

There's no response from Nobody for a few seconds, but then Kissa hears a stuttered but firm in its own way, "N-n-no." The tiefling then took a steadying breath before adding still in a whisper, "F-from what I know of your people -- a-and admittedly it's, uhm... n-not much. B-but from what I know, your people are far swifter than most. S-so it's better that you go. A-and that way if you suddenly find yourself visible outside your own volition, that'll be a sign that things, uh... aren't s-so well on my end." 

Kissa shrugged, " Ok.....where am I going? Some sort of eating house?"

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Jathas downs the shot in one go.

"So, what do you know so far."

 Fargen looks around 6 for spying eyes and ears.

"There's a priest among the cultists in the caravan.  They are smuggling their plunder among the wagons.  We were instructed to observe but not intervene, though I feel we endanger ourselves being pacifists.   We found our food tainted with the night before.  If I had my way, I'd lay the priest flat and expose the theives and liars for who they are."

Fargen takes another long swig of ale, "What skills do you offer, aside from being unseen?  Do you have any updated instructions?"

 "No updated instructions, no. As my former profession was that of a hunter, I have impeccable tracking skills, and am also skilled in evasion. I actually arrived here after escaping a pursuer in the forest. A feline if I recall correctly."

"Y-you might have to check several, as Thufir wasn't exactly clear on which one he might be visiting. B-but yes, uhm, a tavern as they call them in these lands -- uhm! They usually h-have like, uh, a sign outside  hinting at either something drinking or eating in an unusual, or perhaps even very unhealthy way to attract attention." Nobody quickly explained. "D-don't ask me why. I-It's just the way things are at least along the sword coast. Now hurry, hurry. 'fore its too late."

Kissa headed off towards town...

Kissa runs in to fargen and his new friend, on the way to the town.

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Kissa runs in to fargen and his new friend, on the way to the town.

 Kissa comes to a sudden stop at a familiar scent standing next to Fargen then cocks her head.

" We're about to be accused of murder.", she grinned.

"Murder?  What trouble has Thufir left us?  Lead us back to the others."  Fargen ushers Kissa ahead.

Fargen looks back to Jathas and beckons him to follow his trot "Welcome to the adventure. ...never a dull moment." 

" Others? Theres just Nobody.....and we need to be very, very quiet where he is right now."

" Can you both do that?"

"Quiet isn't my strong suit, Kissa.  That's the life of a smith.  Maybe you two stealthy folk can inspire me or just head off ahead.  I like folks to know when I've arrived."

Fargen winks and Kissa and offers a wry smile with the strong scent of ale coming off his breath.