"Hello, friends!" says Blackberry, cheerfully.  "I was beginning to think everyone ran off and forgot to tell me. Did you find what you were looking for? Why, Madame Eva, you look very nice, that dress suits you perfectly.  I hope it's warm!"

Elk Running places a hand on Naraeld's shoulder.  "The world is full of danger, Naraeld.  No more or less has been visited upon us or your mother by Aubin's hand.  Be at ease."  She turns to Aubin, her eyes peering cooly.  "But you.  Think you not to deceive or imperil us again.  Battle is good and honorable, and my weapons thirst for the taste of raven's tears, but trickery is the way of cravens.  I ask you for honesty, nothing more.  A man in need of succor would be wise to take heed."

Sabetha accepts and dons the colorful scarf with a bemused look on her face.  Suitors?  Even if I had any, who has time for that?

Realizing that she hasn't paid anything, she offers a genuine smile instead.  "Erevan's Everything shop... I will remember.  We both will, I think.  Thank you."

Her smile brightens further when she sees Blackberry approaching.  "She does look stylish, doesn't she?" (looking at Eva).

"I think we have found what we were looking for and perhaps more.  I am not sure yet.  You'll hear the main part when I tell the group.  How about you, friend harengon?  Have you managed the simple matter of sussing out which direction this Torga Icevein and Sephek Kaltro have gone?"

The smile reaches her eyes.  It's clear she knows it's not a simple matter at all and is just teasing.  She walks with them back to the meeting point.

As she does so, she realizes something and smacks her own forehead, not for the first or last time.  "Ah, we should have asked about Torga ourselves.  I forgot to ask Myrtle.  Or Erevan the tailor there at his shop.  Too distracted by the thought of chwingas and garments, Eva and I."

"We barely know each other. I am not in the habit of spilling all I know to strangers. The only deception was that I kept my secrets to myself. I am sure each of us has one of those that is not easily shared. Plus I warned you what could happen if I revealed this information and both of you accepted the consequences" Now at the Northlook Aubin waits for the others.

"Tailor... shop?  Where?" asks Blackberry, confused.  "I did hear some rumors about where Torga was headed, but they are conflicting, to say the least.  I'd hoped to share them with all of you and see what you thought.  Er, why are you thinking about 'cha-win-gas'?  Because now I'm thinking about them and I don't even know what they are..."

Elk Running can feel the barest sliver of Naraeld's tension release at her touch and words, Aubin's challenge had nearly pushed him past breaking point and her intervention avoided a worsening of the situation. Naraeld looks to Aubin and now his tone is somewhere between pity and regret, "What happened to you Aubin that you care so little for anyone but yourself?" His question leaves little time for response as the turn onto the street opposite the Northlook. He pushes the door open and ushers his two companions inside. "Lets see how the others fared."

"I am who I am. I believe you have enough care for your fellow people for the both of us. Plus if had no care for these people then I would have left for Neverwinter letting the Zhentarim do what they will to this town and not lose a night sleep" Aubin takes a seat as the others comes in.

"The tailor's shop is where Eva and I just came out of - where she got the dress." (Obviously where Sabetha found her scarf too, but she skips over that.)

"But the tailor himself was shoo-ing us out by the end so I don't want to go back in and bother him.  As for the chwingas, magical but reclusive elemental beings of Icewind Dale, I'm apprehensive enough explaining about them to the group.  I'm hoping you hear me out at that point."

She looks a bit nervous as they approach the meeting spot.

"It is unfortunate that the information on Torga's location is conflicting..."

Blackberry is startled, saying, "Um... Sabetha, the shop you just came out of is a bakery."  He points to the sign above the door, which reads "Ronda's Rolls".

"Are you feeling OK? Do you have a fever?"

When Sabetha looks, it is clearly a bakery. There is no sign of any shop called Erevan’s Everything shop. It’s like it just disappeared and was replaced by this bakery.

As she notices this, the colors of the scarf shift into a confusing mix of wildly different and non-complementary hues.

Sabetha freezes.  She looks at the bakery, then at the scarf she has just put on.  Then at Eva in her new dress.  Then back at the bakery.

Then she looks again at the scarf and does a confused double-take at the wild, altered colors.  She takes it back off for a moment and slowly moves it around, taking a few steps.  Remembering that Eva's illusions, at least, were stationary.

"My ah..., lady Eva, was this not a tailor's shop we were just in?  Erevan's Everything Shop?  Where did it go?"  she taps her bottom lip in puzzlement.

"Perhaps I am going crazy," she admits to Blackberry.  "Or perhaps this is some wizardry that I am unaware of?"  She looks at Eva.  "Such as the illusion you can create of your hus-..." Sabetha trails off, worried she has gotten herself into dangerous territory.

"Either way, let's get moving to the dwarven safe-house where I think we agreed to meet.  Maybe they know where Torga is."

Blackberry follows Sabetha and Eva to the safe-house, a worried expression on his face.  Are his friends under the influence of some spell? Clearly, though, the new dress and the scarf are real, not illusory. Too many questions, and not enough time to investigate them all...

[In reply to "Hello, friends!" above:]

"Oh, hello there!” Eva smiles at Blackberry, “Thank you, but you’re too kind.” Elated after receiving so many compliments, she regrets having to don her cold-weather outwear again. But she does. “You didn’t happen to cross paths with Alfred while you were out and about, did you?” By the look on Blackberry’s face, Eva suspects she already knows the answer.

[In reply to "Sabetha freezes" above:]

Upon turning and seeing the new signage for Ronda’s Rolls, Eva exclaims, “A magic shop! How exciting! This is precisely why I studied magic. Some people take it so seriously—above all, spellcasters do—but it’s really just so much fun, isn’t it, Sabetha?” Her eyes widen further at the sight of Sabetha’s variegating scarf. “And more magic! Magic upon magic, brightening Bryn Shander with it.”

She turns to Blackberry, “I can highly recommend Erevan's to you. As the name implies, you can find everything at Erevan’s!”

At that, Eva opens the bag that the tailor handed to her. Hmm, what do we have here?

Blackberry's mouth opens to reply to Eva, but then he is not sure how to respond, so he just closes it after a few seconds.  Erevan's?

“When we’re reunited and have some time to ourselves away from prying eyes, remind me to share with everyone what’s in this bag. Odd items: I don’t immediately see the use of them. And may I take a closer look at that psychedelic scarf, Sabetha?” Eva touches the fabric, rubbing it between her fingers, and draws close to Sabetha to inspect it. Despite Eva’s improved appearance, Sabetha gets a faint whiff of decay—nothing overwhelming but unpleasant nevertheless. Cosmetic improvements can only go so far with Eva.

Intelligence (Arcana) check to try to determine the kind of magic, if any, imbuing the scarf, and any other information: 18

“What do you say, Teb, ready to catch some chwingas?” Eva shoots playful glances at Sabetha and Blackberry. “Joking. Despite appearances, Ténèbre is an intelligent spirit, not your common housecat. She isn’t prone to chase her tail or run after imaginary motes, let alone hunt mice or magical beings.” Eva reaches down and scratches Ténèbre behind the ears and under the chin. “But you would like to sink your claws into a murderer, wouldn't you?” Eva stands and laughs, “To be honest, she doesn’t do that either. Teb doesn’t do much! She’s more of a companion, really. But she makes a good guard cat. I’ll give her that.” In an impressive leap that conveys weightlessness, Ténèbre springs onto Eva’s shoulder.

Sabetha isn't bothered by Eva's scent.  She's dead, of course, but quite charming for a dead person.  Or an... undead person?  No matter.

She gives in to the idea of being delighted by the magic of Erevan's shop, the scarf, even the bag.  Though she's not sure she will ever understand it.  All this magic is beyond her.  On the other hand, Teb is clearly magical as well, and Sabetha is well on her way to falling in love with the cat familiar.

Scratching Teb between the ears, she looks at Eva as she examines the scarf, then back at Blackberry, shrugging helplessly and smiling at the harengon.

"Wait till she sees what happens to my forehead once we leave town." Her hands briefly form a fake narwhal horn as they walk to the dwarven safe-house.

Blackberry involuntarily giggles, remembering Sabetha's horn.  He is glad that while his friends perhaps had been the unwitting victims of illusion magic, they seem to be okay.

As you make your way to the safe house, the colors of Sabetha's scarf shift again.

"The scarf is imbued with transmutation magic—and a touch of enchantment. These schools are outside my specialization, but it seems to change with your mood. All I know for certain is that it is wonderful."