Maybe to the Temple of Yondalla.

Jirel dips her head to Jill for the suggestion and does her best to pocket the mental note for later. Honey eyes are then drawn towards the carriage when Tylaerys would wave from above it while Finn shouts out from within it. The goliath nods her way. She then steps forward to join the gathering group, completing a head count on the way. Once confirmed, she'd ensure to take a moment to do one last check on the horses she had calmed for the journey. The blonde would pet their noses, stroked their manes and even spoke to them in low whispers while the group finished getting settled. Then she'd take her position and mount for the ride.

 (Thoughts: Janviel and Tylaerys in the drivers seat, Jararaka, Finn, Cheddar and companions in the carriage? With Jirel's animal handling roll earlier, could she  mount and ride one of the horses? Otherwise good having her surf on top/hang on the back/Dash beside as per DM's discretion.)

The horses relax.  The combination of Jirel's comforting words, and the lack of a reappearance from the dragon, has eased their nerves.  

If two are going to ride in front, then you find it is possible for the remaining four to all squeeze - uncomfortably - inside the carriage.  The roof is also sturdy enough to support 'surfing' though you would expect this to get bumpy and potentially dangerous. 

While you sort out the carriage, a plan develops among the locals.  The smaller wagon will be ready first.  Once it is unpacked and ready, two of the caravan guards, the young bugbear, and another bar patron who has since run home and grabbed a long bow, will take the wagon and follow your group to town, likely 10 minutes behind you.  If possible, they will rendezvous with your advance party and go where they can be of the most help.  Then once the larger wagon is cleared of carpets, the husband and wife, along with their remaining guard, will drive it to town to gather as many wounded as they can and bring them back to Noah's Mill.  Think what you may of the merits of this plan, the people are motivated and are working with purpose to clear and ready the wagons.

"Y'know, given everything, this is a lot more than I expected, honestly sounds like a good plan to me." Jararaka gestures vaguely to the wagons and the people still gathered here. Sizing the group up, she quips, "hope we all got something up our sleeves? Might be good to know before we charge into a town thrashed by a dragon. I've some magic, but mostly it's just me and something really sharp." she pulls out her scimitar, twirls it lazily, and slides it back in her belt.

Once they are all ready to leave, she hops into the carriage, posture even more hunched than before to give the others room. Seeing the little orange tabaxi hopping onto the carriage, she gives him a crooked grin. "Thieves gotta stick together?" She idly toys the two pieces of crystal in her hands, "don't think we caught your name?"

(ooc: is cheddar just regular cat-sized? maybe we could all fit inside the carriage haha)

Tylaerys smiles and watches from the driver's bench as Jirel calms the nervous black carriage horses. The tall blonde woman with the honey eyes apparently had a good hand with animals as well, she thought and then she remembers the white stag with emerald eyes. Of course. The Emerald Enclave.

Tylaerys nods approvingly as the married couple's plan to assist them becomes apparent. The moment Jirel and Jararaka too seems ready to leave she gets the carriage rolling down towards Greenest, no more time to lose, but attentive to any advice on her driving from the mysterious silver-haired woman beside her. "I know we all only just met but it is imperative that we work together as a team as we enter Greenest. Does anyone of you have knowledge of town, if there are somewhere specifically we should try to head to do good." She calls out to the others with a firm and determined voice. Tylaerys now seems different from when you first spoke to her at the inn, like the crisis has brought forth someone with conviction and determination.

Animal handling if needed to drive carriage: 4 Another roll if help action is given by Jenviel, or anyone else: 8

Jirel was satisfied with the plan pulled together at a moments notice. Tylaerys and Finn did a fine job rallying the locals, as well as the last few brave souls. When the lizard woman would speak up to discuss skills for tactics. The goliath respected that. Her eyes would follow the metal on the weapon when she'd flash her scimitar. "A respectful blade." Jirel would comment with a dip of her head. "I have no magic." She admits bluntly. "My experience lies with the training of the Blade." Reaching behind her, the warrior grips her greataxe and pulls it free from it's resting place with one hand, while the other pushes aside some fur from her hips to reveal one of her hand axes. There was an obvious theme. "Loyal to the axe." Through her history it's more than just a weapon... A tool of total destruction... Yet one of necessity for her survival...

With most, if not all, already piled into the carriage, Jirel would shift a little uncomfortably. A soft grunt would slip from her. If the lizardfolk was hunched in there... Honey eyes glance up at the top of the carriage, then back inside. Now wasn't an appropriate time to be reckless atop their transport when she could travel inside. Exhaling a breath, the goliath would grumble quite lowly to herself. To anyone watching, she'd, very reluctantly, give up her greataxe, hooking it to the side of the carriage before entering. Squeezing herself into the tight space, Jirel does her best to fold herself and make herself as small as possible. Like the lizardwoman, she was also haunched. And being a lot of legs, she'd try to hug them to herself to share room.

While within the carriage Jirel would remain quiet unless spoken too, besides a few grunts or grumbles when she'd adjust or shift. Occasionally her eyes would shift to find somewhere to look. She'd catch herself often staring at the shackles on the lizardfolks wrists. It was hard for her not to frown about it. They won't need those where we are going...

Jenviel Tsumara

Jenviel scratches the back of her head while grinning like an embarrassed young woman as a response to the question of the lady. "Not at all, Madame Tylaerys. I can sense the ki surrounding you and it's of positive origin. You wouldn't let the team get harmed in anyway, I believe you will not be reckless."

When she completes the last sentence she starts moving with the spiraling velocity of a tornado and grabs the bows of the carriage. Placing a leg on the driver's seat she lifts herself towards the roof of the vehicle, pulling her lower body upwards using the muscular prowess of her upper body.

Acrobatics 19

If she's successful in the task of securing a comfortable(!) position on the cover for surfing, she will lean downwards to continue to speak to the generous woman, "I'd like to claim an elevated position since I'd better watch out for any kind of inconvenience that might not be noticed by the party from rear or middle rank."

"I forgot to introduce myself. I am Jenviel Tsumara of Shou Lung, but people call me Xiaojie Tsu, or Miss Tsu. It's a great pleasure to meet you Madame."

     As everyone is piling in and doing their best to make themselves comfortable, Finn Ol'Gren subtly adjusts her height and weight to try and make a little more room without making her adjustments noticeable. Everyone is just recently acquainted, surely nobody would notice a four inches of change, or so...

     "I'm ok with a blade," Finn says in reply to Jararaka and Jirel.  "But I'm sure not as good as either of you.  Usually talk myself out of situations, not run towards them...  Really have no idea why I'm here."  She says the last with a winning smile and a bit of a twinkle in her eye.  It's true, she doesn't, but she's finding it kind of exciting.

     "I've a couple of trick that may help in the right situation but I'm no magician..."

     Finn Ol'Gren mainly stands during the ride, hanging halfway out the door's window trying to keep an eye on what they're heading into.  Truthfully it's a bit of a pointless exercise but she can't really help it.

🎶 On the road again
Goin' places that I've never been
Seein' things that I may never see again
And I can't wait to get on the road again 🎶

     Finn sings the refrain mostly unaware that she's doing so and stops suddenly to look around at the others.  "So who saw exactly what?" she asks loudly to be heard over the tromping of hooves, creaking of carriage and racing of hearts.  "Seems like I saw fires and wit could only be a dragon in the sky...  Anyone get a better look?"

"A sincere pleasure to meet you too Jenviel Tsumara." Tylaerys smiles and almost shouts over the noise of the carriage to the somewhat less mysterious silver-haired woman above her on the roof. "So what is this about ki? I'd love to know more about your culture Jenviel, and I truly hope to visit the distant Shou Lung one day." She continues with a loud voice and a smile, her focus still on keeping the carriage at a fast, but not to fast, speed down towards the waiting adventure in the distance.

So there were 6 of them against a dragon and it's army. They had to be clever indeed to be successful in their rescue mission. In spite of the dire situation a smile still tugged at Tylaerys lips as she pictured the talking cat together with Finn, Jararaka and even Jirel fitted into the small compartment of the carriage. It would be a first test to their coming trials of teamwork to share a space made for a married couple.

Tylaerys takes the reins and urges the horses onward toward the terror taking place in Greenest.  Once down the rise, the Uldoon Trail runs straight through farm fields for half of a mile before it enters the town, becoming something of a main street.  Just before town, a small river winds up near the south side of the road before turning away south again at the edge of town.

The road is well maintained and not too bumpy.  Tylaerys does her best to keep a brisk pace, while still maintaining control of the horses.  Jenviel rides atop the wagon, never flinching.  From her perch, she can see that many of the fires are not to homes or shops, but to haystacks and barns.   But that is the only good news.  Across the river, she can see dozens of figures still rushing into Greenest from the southern fields.  Many appear human sized but there are also smaller figures with them.  There is no sign of the dragon, but there are several smaller winged serpents in the skies over the town - wyverns.

Two minutes after you depart Noah's Mill, you arrive on the outskirts of Greenest.

[Blue dot = 'You are here'.  Having been in town a few days, Jeril and possibly Finn would know a few of the landmarks.  I have noted them on the map.]

As you enter the town, you come across four human cultists in black leather armor.  They have broken down the door of a small home and have another man on his knees in the street.  Two of the cultists hold torches menacingly toward the house as if to burn it.  One aims a light crossbow at the kneeling man while another stands over him.  "Well, if you have nothing of value inside, then there is no harm in us burning the old shack down, is there?  This is your last chance old man.  Tell us where you have hidden your coin!"

[Only Tylaerys and Jenviel would see this, though the ones inside the carriage can overhear the threat.]

((Edited to move this minor add to previous post. Out of place after arriving to town...))

As the carriage enters town in a brisk pace, Tylaerys is briefly overwhelmed by the sight of the fires marking the progress of the invaders, but her draconic blood coursing through her veins once more grants her the resolve to continue in spite of all they are to face. Seeing the men in black leather armor threaten the defenseless man Tylaerys calls out to her passengers "Time for heroics my friends, for all the good of the realms let this be your finest hour."  as she steers the carriage to a halt alongside the cultists of the dragon, hoping her brave companions will burst forth from the carriage and save the day.

Cheddar takes a position near the rear of the group, but one that provide him with some sort of view of scene unfolding in front of us.
If the "cultist" seem intent on killing the kneeling man, Cheddar with let out a big "MMMRRRREEEEOOOWWW!" to draw the cultist attention away from his intended task of murder. 

     As Tylaerys calls out, Finn Ol'Gren uses thaumaturgy a sound as if there was more carriages coming up behind them, more hoofbeats...  Using a second use to add a slight tremor to the ground to help sell the insinuation.  Misses Binklesworth of the Twilight Binklesworths leaps out of the pouch and claims a spot where she can try to spy out a window.  As the carriage slows and stops, Finn flings open the door and draws her weapons...  She pauses to let anyone more eager than her to leap out first, but only pauses momentarily.

Jararaka catches Jirel staring at the shackles around her wrist about the third time it happens. She grins, referring to the words carved into the bracelet, "I was only fighting for my life, honest. But it would be nice to get this off. Was going to ask you for help," she gestures to Jirel's muscular physique the best she can, squashed, "But now's really not the time, maybe later."

Hearing the commotion, Jararaka slinks out of the carriage. She stretches and then proceeds to bang on her shield, making an obnoxious noise. In a somewhat nonchalant tone that is perhaps ill-fitting of a divine champion, she says, "oi oi, can't have you bullying the innocents. Leave and atone, whatever-- or stay and face the fury of the Azure King, brought to you by his champion." Electric sparks fly around her, she licks her lip in anticipation, having reconnected with the divine source of magic.

Jenviel Tsumara

Jenviel will pluck a kanzashi out of her neatly tucked hair-bun and throw it towards one of the cultists who's holding a torch. Her target is the torch and she will try to hurl the feathered dart as precisely as possible to destroy the material or push it out of his reach.

Action: Attack [Dart] x Torch Attack: 24 Damage: 7

“No judgement.” Jirel shrugs when the lizard woman explains herself from the staring at her binds. She’d dip her head in agreement to her mention of assistance to break them. “Be a pleasure.” The goliath would be more than happy to free her of her shackles, when it wasn’t so cramped.

With all these flashy entrances, those around definitely knew the group arrived. The goliath would simply step out of the carriage, one leg at a time, happy for her feet to find the ground. Feeling relief as she stretches to her full height, Jirel retrieves her greataxe and rests it on her shoulder. Then from her position in the back, honey eyes focus on scanning the area around to ensure that there really is only these four bullies around.

[Great!  With all the commotion you create, the cultists are confused.  I am going to allow for Jenviel's strike to take place during a round where everyone is surprised... so her attack is all that happens.  Then we pickup with rolled initiative at the top of Round 2.]

The four cultists all look up together.  They tense up, but then seem to briefly relax as they see a lizardfolk emerge from the carriage.  They tense up again as the party members issue various threats to them.  Then all of them gasp as Jenviel flicks her kanzashi.  It pierces the hand of one of the torch wielding thugs.  "Get them!" cries the man who had been threatening the villager.  "Take prisoners, if you can.  Otherwise, kill them all!"

[Red dot cultist is the one injured by Jenviel.]

Initiative:

1. Jirel
2. Jararaka/Tylaerys
3. Tylaerys/Jararaka
4. Jenviel
5. Finn
6. Cheddar
7. Cultists

Something piqued Jirel’s attention, causing her to file that curiosity away for later. With the attention shifting to their group, Jirel strides forward first. She steps up to the thug threatening the villager, staring him down from her height. “Try me.” She challenges. The goliath reaches out to grab his arm and slowly begins to twist it, moving to pin it behind his back. 

Grapple: 24