Fargen winks at Doyal, "Anyone got rope?  I can climb down.  Dwarves are fond of dark holes."

Thufir nods, seeing his weapon to the side and pulling his rope from his pack. As he knots it around himself he looks to his stout companion handing him the other side of the rope and adds with a grin, "I think I'll be able to support your build." He then helps to lower him down.

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Yanda gives Doyal lands and gives Doyal what could be construed as a dry look for the request. He then looks to the others as if expecting something more from them. If none had anything to add after close to a minute, he then just shakes his head and flies off quickly to report back to Nobody. Unfortunately (maybe?) for Doyal, the eventual message delivered to said tiefling only really boiled down to:

'Scrawny mouthy one seem want something from you maybe. Not want Yanda's help much, even though Yanda stuck around as asked.' 

After which it alighted on the tiefling shoulder. Nobody at which point sighs, rubs at his forehead, and mutters, "Azuth perserve me." He then turns to Frume and says aloud, "A-apologies, Lord Frume. I-It seems the others have caught the, uhm... a-adventurer's bug, as it were, and are determined to see the mystery of this place to its end. I-I won't ask of you to wait for a half hour more. B-but if I might be so bold yet, may you tell me of your next destination and where we might find you?" 

The dwarf starts climbing down ok. Thufir give me an athletics check, anyone standing with him can help. I'll relent and let you use the CS dice roller. 

Frume simply nods his head "Go do what you need too, We'll set up camp." He says as the sun shows it's last light for the day. He dismounts. A half a day away you see a false dawn. The city of Elturel in the distance to the north. A whinny of protest as Frume takes the saddle off his mount. "There, there Seeker I'll double your oats when we get back." The horses are set free to graze. Seeker acts like a sheep dog to keep them near. Pip is gathering firewood.

Fargen makes it to the secret door You find a rod that looks like some sort of magical device. 4 scrolls of healing and a thousand gp

Fargen's eyes pop at the stash of gold.   He handles with rod with reverence as he steadies himself to investigate it further later.  He puts the scrolls rod in his pack and calls up to Thufir, "Throw down a sack, I've got to fill it with gold!"

When back at camp, Fargen reveals the treasure. He offers a scroll of healing each to Thufir and Frume, keeping the third for himself. He asks for some quiet time to identify the magical rod.  "Let's learn what magic this rod holds..."

The tiefling looks to the setting sun and looks taken aback by the sight. "O-oh... huh... I guess I might've been lost in thought there for a b-bit longer than expected." He comments then looks to Frume. "Anyways, uhm... I -- w-well, we'll be back soon, I hope. And mayhaps over a campfire we can, uhm... get other things sorted." He cracks a weak smile before ultimately dismissing Yanda back to his pocket dimension of comforts and hurrying back to the tower to eventually catch up with the others as they are at least at the half way point of their departure.

It's then that he starts looking relaxed and quickly fell in line on the return trip. He assures them as well that Lord Frume hadn't departed and that camping might be a good chance to ask more of the man about recent events.

By the time Nobody comes down into the dungeon Fargen finds out that you guys are a proud owners of a Immovable rod

Seeing the Tiefling join back with group Doyal smile and gives a wave, "Sorry Nobody, I thought the cavern would be larger, seems it was just a single room, we did find some useful items at least and a fair bit of gold though."

"Huh... Uhm, well, glad to here it all worked out in the end. Sorry I didn't, uh, stick around to be much more help. After going over that line a few times it... I don't know. It started to feel like it'd be more trouble than worth it, ya know? A-and if we were to make to Elturel in a timely fashion, us -- and you'd have to pardon my language here -- but us, uh... dicking around here for too long wasn't gonna help that." Nobody smiles sheepishly at that.

"Though t-turns I was being rather silly myself, what with how actually close it was to sunset anyhow. Speaking of which, Lord Frume and Pip are setting up camp just outside." He adds as the group would hopefully by then be in the process of transitioning back outside.

Everyone that wants too makes it outside finding a readymade camp. Pip on watch and the Paladin asleep.

Food & Drink, prepared 

"I've also never gone fishing for gold with a dwarf before." Thufir says chuckling looking to Fargen, adding, "you folk do have an eye for it it seems." He's then happy to finish his camp meal, and knock out for the evening, taking the first watch in the morning ((perception 15))

((250g per person right?))

"So much for a casually grilling." Nobody muttered under breath upon seeing the paladin, yet couldn't help grinning softly soon after.  The grin falters as he gives Thufir a double take about 'dwarf fishing'. But for all of his curiosity in the moment, Nobody shrugged off pursuing any questioning further in favor of taking his place by the campfire and enjoying the meal. Being that he wasn't exactly the sociable type to begin with, he'd initially try to strike up a conversation with Pip, only to quickly abandon the effort in favor of confirming with the rest of the party on guard shifts; which he'd presume anyhow to be the same as the last time.

So with that in mind as well as greater mindfulness to exclude at least tiny creatures from his warding of the camp, he'd eventually find his rest should none have any further need of him.

Fargen chuckles heartedly at Thufir's comment, then his smile quickly drops. "Let's talk no more of 'dwarves and fishing'..."

Fargen separates the 250 gold coins and scrolls and hands a scroll of cure wounds to Thufir and keeps the remaining two.  He holds the immovable rod out.  "I can carry the rod with the other treasure, unless it suits another."

ooc: I see my mistake in wording above thanks. Yes they're first level cure wounds spells scrolls

Its up to each person to set up your watch for the night and checks and all. 

Nobody considers Fargen's question for a moment before shaking his head. "T'is fine with me on both accounts. Not like more coin will do this frail body of mines any good at the moment." He jests. "A-and if its alright, let's keep to the same watch scehdule at last time. After all, consistency is usually the best qualities of good traveling party... or so I read." He grins a bit sheepishly, and settled in near the campfire. 

Fargen tends to his mount and the wounds of his allies before settling down for the night himself.  "Wake me when it's my shift.  I'll take third watch."

Fargen awakes in the night for his watch.  He stokes the fire as he [Tooltip Not Found] against the ills of the night.

The night goes uneventful it is now morning the sun is out, and you can see the city of Elturel within a days ride.

After breakfast.  The paladin and squire are saddling their horses 

Much of that same morning for Nobody is one spent largely with his head in his spellbook and breakfast trail rations being largely absent mindedly consumed for substances more than pleasure. Although a lazy thought of conversation had drifted through his mind, it never found purchase before the time came to mount up and head out. Yanda at that point is pulled from a pocket dimension a bit absently, and only really to help with any final cleaning up of camp in his own little ways. Before then perching on his master's shoulder after the tiefling eventually mounts up on his own horse. 

"I hope you don't mind riding with you to Elturel, good sir. Even a day's ride from civilization is plenty enough time to find trouble." He smiled. "N-not to mention we still could use your help finding our associate back in town. Wel, there associate mostly. I'm and Doyal there are somewhat knew to this band.":