Sam mostly sits and waits. He lets Molly and Órga when they come up and make the elves available for it, and occasionally throws a stick for the one or other to fetch. Mostly he tries to make sure one of them are keeping watch of their surroundings but at times he can’t help but experiment with them and see how much they perhaps understand him, directing them to go sit at the third tree over that way, or circle that one twice and return…
He occasionally looks over sympathetically at Neferox and gives a bit of solace: “He’ll be fine, kids better than you give him credit for” or “you know, you’d get scritches and pets too if you weren’t such a grump!” But mostly he just gives Neferox understanding looks, Sam wishes they’d hurry up and return as well…
Sam almost sets Órga after the intruding chipmunk but is glad he thought better of it once he sees them sit and take up the same vigil he’s keeping. “Gee, Muir, you’re quite the chatterbox,” Sam says after a while, then continues to wait.
Elthana keeps her eyes open as they head South, finding the other openings and on their way back. She is happy Vin offers to peak into the entrances a bit since he is invisible and is hoping he and Muir have a bit more info to tell the group when they get back.
As they arrive back to the group, she looks to Neferox, "See he is safe and sound. And he did great, you worry too much."
The scout group makes their way out and back again at a quick pace, keeping to the shadows and our of sight, the sheer length of the town means that it is still over an hour before they all return, Vin being the last to get back, or at least reveal himself, puts neferox even more on edge in her exhausted state.
However the scouting was successful and a few members have vital information to share. The night drags in, but the fire in the canter of town doesn't seem to die down, being kept and tended to by those within town.
A light snow begins to drift down, gently dusting the trees around the group, and melting into the ground upon contact, this night may be a rough one.
"Right, let's get hoofing it," Sam says once everyone is back, before they even begin discussing what they found. Sam visibly shivers with the cold of the night and rubs his hands together for warmth. "Moving will keep our body temperatures up, at least. We sure as shit can't make camp here what with all the little Red Ants crawling all over the place. It'll probably take all night but we should head back to the cave... We can discuss what you all saw along the way and perhaps consults they faeries we left behind for more information..."
Órga yawns loudly in protest but Sam is having none of it. "We're all tired, I presume. And will be tireder before we can rest... But a nice cozy fire and a nap anywhere around this town would be suicide, I recon. And running down there to take it by force? Even if a sound strategy, it would be best done when we were all refreshed. I think the cave is our best bet and it's hours away... We should start off..."
Sitting on the log Muir listens to Sam in his gruff manner make sense again. Muir changes back into his Loxodon form and nods gathering his things. He begins to walk with the others and decides to speak first.
"As Vin and Elthana were sneaking about, I took that opportunity to climb up on some roofs as a chipmunk. I blended right in with the buildings and leapt from roof to roof. The town center was burning hot, there were several fires burning high. There were several large cauldrons that I assume had been taken from around town, filled with blood. There are bones littered around the town floor. The blood and bones appear to be humanoid....There are redcaps everywhere. The Redcaps were arguing about who gets some blood, who needs to patrol, and who needs to take more blood into the mountains. Others were whining about wanting more blood, about the blood running out and wanting to slaughter more people. They have town inhabitants locked up in a large ruined building to the north of the town center. They are using them to feed but not in the way you or I feed. They.....what is the word....I have seen farmers during special celebratory occasions where they cook a giant turkey with all of the fixings celebrating the fall equinox. They take the turkey and poor the juices all over....baste....yes baste....the redcaps baste themselves in it through their red caps. The cap pulses as it absorbs the blood...it doesn't seem to me that these caps are actual hats but a means to feed....These creatures arguing all at once is reminds me of an actual market in big cities, oh how I never thought I would yearn to see one of these markets again....I digress......This market is more aggressive and a whole lot more bloody. These redcaps are barely keeping it together. It looks like they work for whatever is in the mountain...this giant... I...hate to say this but the prisoners should not be a priority for us. They will be in no condition to fight or help themselves if we free them before retaking the town. Seeing the shape of the town and how the redcaps treat each other does not bode well for those they have captured....." Muir pauses and looks to the others for their thought or what they found
Gewyn sits perched on a stump, twirling a dagger between his fingers. He pauses, holding the knife by the tip of the blade. "That lines up with what we observed."He looks to Sam. "You know, what with the cauldron those redcaps had with them on their hike up the mountain? I'm sure you noticed it too."
He turns back to Muir. "I have a thought, and I'd hear everyone's reactions to it, but particularly yours, Muir. If they are bringing blood up into the mountains, my uneducated guess would be that it is for the sake of the giant they are currently serving. Now, it sounds to me like the organizational capacity of this force is tenuous at best, and my first thought is if the powerful one calling the shots were to be removed from the equation, we might see a total collapse in their ability to cooperate with one another."
Gewyn flips the dagger in the air, catching it by the blade again. "But my second thought is that confronting the giant may not even be necessary. When people prone to infighting, greed, and laziness grudgingly work to common ends, it is usually at the end of the whip called fear. I suspect the redcaps have cause to fear displeasing the giant. If we simply make sure the next couple of cauldrons do not reach their destination, the giant may make itself a problem for the redcaps. All we'd have to do is either hit the mountain side procession, or get to where the cauldrons are stored and do some tipping. If we are subtle about it, they'll be sure to blame each other for it. But..."
Gewyn slides his knife back into its sheathe, "My concern is how the chaos may effect the safety of the prisoners. What do you think?"
Elthana listens to the two of them, then looks to Vin to see if he saw anything else when he was checking into the entrances of the town. The thoughts of the Redcaps and how they fed made her skin crawl. "Im fine if we want to head back to the cave till morning, but I don't want to wait too long before we do some action on this situation."
"I do like the idea of causing chaos among the redcaps, from what Muir is saying it doesn't sound like it would take much. Muir, can you tell us more about the prisoners? What do you mean no condition to help themselves? They wouldn't be able to run to the cave?"
"Sowing discontent is an interesting proposition and sounds easier than laying siege to the city of Redcaps, but my immediate concern is our own well being. I feel for the prisoners there, of course, but if they have been kept alive this long... On the other hand, if we try sleeping out in this cold with no fire and those redcaps constantly patrolling..." Sam allows things to linger unsaid. "At least when we return we can do so fully rested. Maybe the faeries could even lend us some warmth magics or some such. What would I know about such things..."
"And speaking of my lack of knowing," Sam says and turns to Vin. "Your invisibility thing, is that a just you thing or can you do that to others? I'm thinking stopping blood deliveries into the mountain can cause turmoil but so could a whispered word into an ear or two. If you could make, say, Gewyn invisible... He seems the type who'd be able to stir up quite a lot of trouble whispering into peoples or redcaps ears unseen. We could perhaps cause upset in the mountains and the town at the same time?"
Part of Sam's thinking was Neferox would likely not be receptive to Vin going into the town alone to whisper in redcaps ears, but he also truly believed such gossip mongering and shit stirring was likely right up Gewyn's alley...
Feet numb in the freezing ground as cold and damp soak into your shoes, into your bones. The way back takes longer as watching your footing through the slick forest floor becomes even more difficult to navigate in the dark. Keeping the mountain in sight means that the party at least doesn't get lost as night presses on. Midnight is signalled by the sudden dissapearance of both Órga and Molly, their footprints in the now lightly laying snow simply stop.
Sam trudges along and grows more and more grumpy. This is not a fun walk... And while he occasionally sends Molly or Órga a bit ahead or behind to scout and such, he mainly withdraws into himself and just tries to trudge through this all. At one point is pace noticeably slackens and he seems to be focused on something off to the side and somewhere in the tree line. ((If one is insightful enough perhaps it even seems as if he is listening to a far off voice?)) Before this can be a real concern or remarked upon, though, he once more picks up the pace and forges the path. A little while later he mumbles to himself a bit but waves off any inquiries. Eventually he just says "Making a list of the meal I want when back home and done with all this," dismissively and waves it off.
Muir’s feet hurt and is tired. He assumes the group is also as tired as he is. Should he offer? He trusts the group enough to let them at least not freeze to death….all but the dog at least….Muir looks around for a tree to enter
Muir stops the group to find a tree in the forest, specifically looking around for the right sized tree, once found he pulls a wooden ball out of his pack and places it against the tree, a glowing outline of a golden door appears in the girth of the tree, and Muir swings it open inviting the group inside.
The inside of the tree opens up and is spacious enough for ten people to comfortably lay down to sleep, the space takes the form if a forest clearing, but the trees surrounding the clearing are impenetrable both visually and physically, a fire eternally burns in the middle of the clearing, there are plenty of logs to sit on and bushes filled with berries and small fruits line the outer rim of the seating circle. It is warm and comfortable here.
"Wait..." Sam says helpfully once cautiously stepping inside of the tree. He hadn't known what he expected but this most certainly was not it. "What??"
Sam leans back outside and looks left, then looks right, then left and right in quick succession. He slowly comes back fully inside the tree and looks around with a bit of wonder. "Muir... This is... It's..." Sam's lack of words is a bit obvious.
"It's smaller on the outside!" He finally declares, confused. Sam known nothing about physics, or even the word physics, but he knows internally that this breaks them in a multitude of ways.
Órga and Molly, on the other hand, merely walk right in and find themselves comfortable places by the fire to relax,,,
Muir smiles "I figured it was time.....I trust you all enough to allow you into the Druid's sanctuary. Please eat, rest and warm yourselves by the fire. We have 8 hours to rest up before we need to leave. Only those I allow in will be able to see the tree, so there is nothing to worry about as I have only selected those here now." With that Muir moves to a bush and begins to pluck some berries before settling by the fire listening to his companions.
Elthana walks in without any sense of wonder and heads straight to the fire. As she is warming her hands, she turns to Muir, "Thank you for this. It was most needed. Once we have all rested, we'll need to come up with a plan of attack." she yawns.
If there is nothing else that needs to be figured out before settling in, she finds a corner, stretches out, and decides to sleep this time.
"Seems peaceful enough," Sam says to Órga and Molly as he settles in to get some sleep. "Still and all, keep an eye out as long as you can, eh?" And with that the Half Orc settles gratefully into sleep, his animal friends settling in as well but hopefully staying at least slightly alert. Some time before Sam awakens the Lion and the Giant Goat are just gone... If he was awake perhaps Sam would know that signaled it was dawn (or dawn somewhere, at least) but all he knows is he awakens and once more they are gone.
Sam grabs his rust covered bag but the reassurance that it is still there is enough. He will wait to pull them back out until they've had some time to rest wherever they are when they are not here...
Sam goes through his morning ritual of cleaning himself the best he can and tending to his gear, including re-carving the runes back in. All during this he keeps an eager eye on Muir... He's about ready to go shake the Loxodon awake when he sees them stir. Trying not to rush, Sam does rush right over to him. "Muir... Umm, not to be indelicate or anything but..." Sam is a bit unsure exactly how to bring it up but it does need asking. "Normally I would just go a few trees away and all but... I'm not sure that is proper in this situation??" Sam isn't exactly hopping on one foot but he does obviously need to relieve himself...
Muir shakes the fog from his brain and looks at Sam a moment before realizing what he’s asking. “Oh yes right, well you are free to come and go from the tree as you need. If it is just relieving of the morning fluids you may choose a tree here. It will naturally be absorbed and not cause a …..stink….otherwise outside”
Morning is signalled by the gradual lighting of the sky as usual, but in the sanctuary within this tree it seems to have no source. Órga and Molly are indeed gone, as Sam stretches out and feels his bag of tricks he observes the area, all six of them are there plus the dog and Muir's old horse. He wipes the sleep from his eyes and asks Muir about relieving himself then it hits him. Six.
Muir awakes to a friendly sight, Goodall perches on a log by the faux treeline and greets him and Elthana with a little wave. Neferox seems agitated by this new arrival as Vin, Gewyn, and Sam now observe a tall skinny elf of some kind, one with lines in her face but her age seems indistinguishable, she dresses like a druid but with clean cus on the hems of her furs and clothes, there is also not a spot of dirt on her at all. She smiles at the party, "Good Morning all, I'm glad my friend Muir has found friends of his own to help him with his task. My name is Goodall, Master of the Chattel forest and to a degree the Leader of the Keepers of the woods, and I have been doing a little research."
“Hello,” Sam says slowly, trying to act unsurprised. His eyes, however, go to where he left his maul and he’s mentally sizing up this visitor even as he calculates how many steps away the weapon is.
“More research than keeping, it seems,” the half-orc states as he realizes the newcomer isn’t an immediate threat. “It seems your woods are infested with faeries…”
Muir smiles at Goodal "Good Morning! Let me introduce everyone to you. That was Sam. That there with the uh....dog is Vin. The dog's name is Neferfox. The one still sleeping is Gewyn and you know Elthana. We have been very busy since the last we spoke."
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Sam mostly sits and waits. He lets Molly and Órga when they come up and make the elves available for it, and occasionally throws a stick for the one or other to fetch. Mostly he tries to make sure one of them are keeping watch of their surroundings but at times he can’t help but experiment with them and see how much they perhaps understand him, directing them to go sit at the third tree over that way, or circle that one twice and return…
He occasionally looks over sympathetically at Neferox and gives a bit of solace: “He’ll be fine, kids better than you give him credit for” or “you know, you’d get scritches and pets too if you weren’t such a grump!” But mostly he just gives Neferox understanding looks, Sam wishes they’d hurry up and return as well…
Sam almost sets Órga after the intruding chipmunk but is glad he thought better of it once he sees them sit and take up the same vigil he’s keeping. “Gee, Muir, you’re quite the chatterbox,” Sam says after a while, then continues to wait.
Elthana keeps her eyes open as they head South, finding the other openings and on their way back. She is happy Vin offers to peak into the entrances a bit since he is invisible and is hoping he and Muir have a bit more info to tell the group when they get back.
As they arrive back to the group, she looks to Neferox, "See he is safe and sound. And he did great, you worry too much."
The scout group makes their way out and back again at a quick pace, keeping to the shadows and our of sight, the sheer length of the town means that it is still over an hour before they all return, Vin being the last to get back, or at least reveal himself, puts neferox even more on edge in her exhausted state.
However the scouting was successful and a few members have vital information to share. The night drags in, but the fire in the canter of town doesn't seem to die down, being kept and tended to by those within town.
A light snow begins to drift down, gently dusting the trees around the group, and melting into the ground upon contact, this night may be a rough one.
"Right, let's get hoofing it," Sam says once everyone is back, before they even begin discussing what they found. Sam visibly shivers with the cold of the night and rubs his hands together for warmth. "Moving will keep our body temperatures up, at least. We sure as shit can't make camp here what with all the little Red Ants crawling all over the place. It'll probably take all night but we should head back to the cave... We can discuss what you all saw along the way and perhaps consults they faeries we left behind for more information..."
Órga yawns loudly in protest but Sam is having none of it. "We're all tired, I presume. And will be tireder before we can rest... But a nice cozy fire and a nap anywhere around this town would be suicide, I recon. And running down there to take it by force? Even if a sound strategy, it would be best done when we were all refreshed. I think the cave is our best bet and it's hours away... We should start off..."
Sitting on the log Muir listens to Sam in his gruff manner make sense again. Muir changes back into his Loxodon form and nods gathering his things. He begins to walk with the others and decides to speak first.
"As Vin and Elthana were sneaking about, I took that opportunity to climb up on some roofs as a chipmunk. I blended right in with the buildings and leapt from roof to roof. The town center was burning hot, there were several fires burning high. There were several large cauldrons that I assume had been taken from around town, filled with blood. There are bones littered around the town floor. The blood and bones appear to be humanoid....There are redcaps everywhere. The Redcaps were arguing about who gets some blood, who needs to patrol, and who needs to take more blood into the mountains. Others were whining about wanting more blood, about the blood running out and wanting to slaughter more people. They have town inhabitants locked up in a large ruined building to the north of the town center. They are using them to feed but not in the way you or I feed. They.....what is the word....I have seen farmers during special celebratory occasions where they cook a giant turkey with all of the fixings celebrating the fall equinox. They take the turkey and poor the juices all over....baste....yes baste....the redcaps baste themselves in it through their red caps. The cap pulses as it absorbs the blood...it doesn't seem to me that these caps are actual hats but a means to feed....These creatures arguing all at once is reminds me of an actual market in big cities, oh how I never thought I would yearn to see one of these markets again....I digress......This market is more aggressive and a whole lot more bloody. These redcaps are barely keeping it together. It looks like they work for whatever is in the mountain...this giant... I...hate to say this but the prisoners should not be a priority for us. They will be in no condition to fight or help themselves if we free them before retaking the town. Seeing the shape of the town and how the redcaps treat each other does not bode well for those they have captured....." Muir pauses and looks to the others for their thought or what they found
Gewyn sits perched on a stump, twirling a dagger between his fingers. He pauses, holding the knife by the tip of the blade. "That lines up with what we observed." He looks to Sam. "You know, what with the cauldron those redcaps had with them on their hike up the mountain? I'm sure you noticed it too."
He turns back to Muir. "I have a thought, and I'd hear everyone's reactions to it, but particularly yours, Muir. If they are bringing blood up into the mountains, my uneducated guess would be that it is for the sake of the giant they are currently serving. Now, it sounds to me like the organizational capacity of this force is tenuous at best, and my first thought is if the powerful one calling the shots were to be removed from the equation, we might see a total collapse in their ability to cooperate with one another."
Gewyn flips the dagger in the air, catching it by the blade again. "But my second thought is that confronting the giant may not even be necessary. When people prone to infighting, greed, and laziness grudgingly work to common ends, it is usually at the end of the whip called fear. I suspect the redcaps have cause to fear displeasing the giant. If we simply make sure the next couple of cauldrons do not reach their destination, the giant may make itself a problem for the redcaps. All we'd have to do is either hit the mountain side procession, or get to where the cauldrons are stored and do some tipping. If we are subtle about it, they'll be sure to blame each other for it. But..."
Gewyn slides his knife back into its sheathe, "My concern is how the chaos may effect the safety of the prisoners. What do you think?"
Elthana listens to the two of them, then looks to Vin to see if he saw anything else when he was checking into the entrances of the town. The thoughts of the Redcaps and how they fed made her skin crawl. "Im fine if we want to head back to the cave till morning, but I don't want to wait too long before we do some action on this situation."
"I do like the idea of causing chaos among the redcaps, from what Muir is saying it doesn't sound like it would take much. Muir, can you tell us more about the prisoners? What do you mean no condition to help themselves? They wouldn't be able to run to the cave?"
"Sowing discontent is an interesting proposition and sounds easier than laying siege to the city of Redcaps, but my immediate concern is our own well being. I feel for the prisoners there, of course, but if they have been kept alive this long... On the other hand, if we try sleeping out in this cold with no fire and those redcaps constantly patrolling..." Sam allows things to linger unsaid. "At least when we return we can do so fully rested. Maybe the faeries could even lend us some warmth magics or some such. What would I know about such things..."
"And speaking of my lack of knowing," Sam says and turns to Vin. "Your invisibility thing, is that a just you thing or can you do that to others? I'm thinking stopping blood deliveries into the mountain can cause turmoil but so could a whispered word into an ear or two. If you could make, say, Gewyn invisible... He seems the type who'd be able to stir up quite a lot of trouble whispering into peoples or redcaps ears unseen. We could perhaps cause upset in the mountains and the town at the same time?"
Part of Sam's thinking was Neferox would likely not be receptive to Vin going into the town alone to whisper in redcaps ears, but he also truly believed such gossip mongering and shit stirring was likely right up Gewyn's alley...
Feet numb in the freezing ground as cold and damp soak into your shoes, into your bones. The way back takes longer as watching your footing through the slick forest floor becomes even more difficult to navigate in the dark. Keeping the mountain in sight means that the party at least doesn't get lost as night presses on. Midnight is signalled by the sudden dissapearance of both Órga and Molly, their footprints in the now lightly laying snow simply stop.
(Everyone take one point of exhaustion)
Sam trudges along and grows more and more grumpy. This is not a fun walk... And while he occasionally sends Molly or Órga a bit ahead or behind to scout and such, he mainly withdraws into himself and just tries to trudge through this all. At one point is pace noticeably slackens and he seems to be focused on something off to the side and somewhere in the tree line. ((If one is insightful enough perhaps it even seems as if he is listening to a far off voice?)) Before this can be a real concern or remarked upon, though, he once more picks up the pace and forges the path. A little while later he mumbles to himself a bit but waves off any inquiries. Eventually he just says "Making a list of the meal I want when back home and done with all this," dismissively and waves it off.
Muir’s feet hurt and is tired. He assumes the group is also as tired as he is. Should he offer? He trusts the group enough to let them at least not freeze to death….all but the dog at least….Muir looks around for a tree to enter
Muir stops the group to find a tree in the forest, specifically looking around for the right sized tree, once found he pulls a wooden ball out of his pack and places it against the tree, a glowing outline of a golden door appears in the girth of the tree, and Muir swings it open inviting the group inside.
The inside of the tree opens up and is spacious enough for ten people to comfortably lay down to sleep, the space takes the form if a forest clearing, but the trees surrounding the clearing are impenetrable both visually and physically, a fire eternally burns in the middle of the clearing, there are plenty of logs to sit on and bushes filled with berries and small fruits line the outer rim of the seating circle. It is warm and comfortable here.
"Wait..." Sam says helpfully once cautiously stepping inside of the tree. He hadn't known what he expected but this most certainly was not it. "What??"
Sam leans back outside and looks left, then looks right, then left and right in quick succession. He slowly comes back fully inside the tree and looks around with a bit of wonder. "Muir... This is... It's..." Sam's lack of words is a bit obvious.
"It's smaller on the outside!" He finally declares, confused. Sam known nothing about physics, or even the word physics, but he knows internally that this breaks them in a multitude of ways.
Órga and Molly, on the other hand, merely walk right in and find themselves comfortable places by the fire to relax,,,
Muir smiles "I figured it was time.....I trust you all enough to allow you into the Druid's sanctuary. Please eat, rest and warm yourselves by the fire. We have 8 hours to rest up before we need to leave. Only those I allow in will be able to see the tree, so there is nothing to worry about as I have only selected those here now." With that Muir moves to a bush and begins to pluck some berries before settling by the fire listening to his companions.
Elthana walks in without any sense of wonder and heads straight to the fire. As she is warming her hands, she turns to Muir, "Thank you for this. It was most needed. Once we have all rested, we'll need to come up with a plan of attack." she yawns.
If there is nothing else that needs to be figured out before settling in, she finds a corner, stretches out, and decides to sleep this time.
"Seems peaceful enough," Sam says to Órga and Molly as he settles in to get some sleep. "Still and all, keep an eye out as long as you can, eh?" And with that the Half Orc settles gratefully into sleep, his animal friends settling in as well but hopefully staying at least slightly alert. Some time before Sam awakens the Lion and the Giant Goat are just gone... If he was awake perhaps Sam would know that signaled it was dawn (or dawn somewhere, at least) but all he knows is he awakens and once more they are gone.
Sam grabs his rust covered bag but the reassurance that it is still there is enough. He will wait to pull them back out until they've had some time to rest wherever they are when they are not here...
Sam goes through his morning ritual of cleaning himself the best he can and tending to his gear, including re-carving the runes back in. All during this he keeps an eager eye on Muir... He's about ready to go shake the Loxodon awake when he sees them stir. Trying not to rush, Sam does rush right over to him. "Muir... Umm, not to be indelicate or anything but..." Sam is a bit unsure exactly how to bring it up but it does need asking. "Normally I would just go a few trees away and all but... I'm not sure that is proper in this situation??" Sam isn't exactly hopping on one foot but he does obviously need to relieve himself...
Muir shakes the fog from his brain and looks at Sam a moment before realizing what he’s asking. “Oh yes right, well you are free to come and go from the tree as you need. If it is just relieving of the morning fluids you may choose a tree here. It will naturally be absorbed and not cause a …..stink….otherwise outside”
Morning is signalled by the gradual lighting of the sky as usual, but in the sanctuary within this tree it seems to have no source. Órga and Molly are indeed gone, as Sam stretches out and feels his bag of tricks he observes the area, all six of them are there plus the dog and Muir's old horse. He wipes the sleep from his eyes and asks Muir about relieving himself then it hits him. Six.
Muir awakes to a friendly sight, Goodall perches on a log by the faux treeline and greets him and Elthana with a little wave. Neferox seems agitated by this new arrival as Vin, Gewyn, and Sam now observe a tall skinny elf of some kind, one with lines in her face but her age seems indistinguishable, she dresses like a druid but with clean cus on the hems of her furs and clothes, there is also not a spot of dirt on her at all. She smiles at the party, "Good Morning all, I'm glad my friend Muir has found friends of his own to help him with his task. My name is Goodall, Master of the Chattel forest and to a degree the Leader of the Keepers of the woods, and I have been doing a little research."
“Hello,” Sam says slowly, trying to act unsurprised. His eyes, however, go to where he left his maul and he’s mentally sizing up this visitor even as he calculates how many steps away the weapon is.
“More research than keeping, it seems,” the half-orc states as he realizes the newcomer isn’t an immediate threat. “It seems your woods are infested with faeries…”
Muir smiles at Goodal "Good Morning! Let me introduce everyone to you. That was Sam. That there with the uh....dog is Vin. The dog's name is Neferfox. The one still sleeping is Gewyn and you know Elthana. We have been very busy since the last we spoke."