Eyeing the two people hanging out on the side of the road, he says cheerily, "Hi there! Waiting for someone?"

Looking over her shoulder at the approaching figure Sorrow snorts and calmly states ‘Why, yes. The caterers were supposed to be here 30 minutes ago. And I’m starved enough now I could chew the-soft parts-off this varmint, and not bother killing it or cooking it either’ as she shakes the bound villain. ‘You wouldn’t happen to have a set of skewers and game seasoning packets along would you? I could make a snack while waiting for those pesky caterers show up.’ 

Stunned in disbelief! (is he talking to me? Yes he is!) Stumbles backward and trips over a fallen branch "Meww, You can see me?" Slowly standing up, dropping the branches used for camouflage. Shakes the dirt and debris from his robes and composes himself. "Greetings friend, I'm call Millwater. My companions and I are looking for missing supplies for the village. We ran into some ruffians that tried to attack a little girl. They had come quite frankly, from your direction, I had planned an ambush but my skills are found wanting." Bringing his hands together, hand over fist does a bow and steels himself for what comes next.

"Huh." He says, taken aback. "I didn't see any caterers pass me on the road, and my steps are not as long as most, nor did I spot any preparing to leave at the gate of Dnahoa. Maybe you gave them the wrong address. However, I might be able to dig up a recipe for bound - what is he? But as for skewers all I could use is my rapier, at best. You think it'd do the trick?" 

Nodding brightly, he answers, "Yes, certainly! Quite visible! My name is Festoon Brassringer, mercenary, general combatant and road warrior, at your service." and bows in return, shortly, " I can't say I heard about any supplies or the like when I was in the village, but I wasn't there for long. Just time enough for breakfast and then on the road. So glad to hear you stopped a brutal attack on an innocent - can't have that kind of stuff going on! As I said, I passed no one else, and no one passed me. At least, no one I saw. DO you expect more trouble?"

"Aye! We think there are more because of the smell of a fire burning still!" His hard set eyes visually relaxes "One of the bandits is still alive, I set up the ambush to avoid what really needs to be done, Sorrow will find out more." Points in Sorrow's direction

Millwater unstraps his gear and removes his saffron robes and rolls it up into his bedroll. He reaches back to undo the collar, but changes his mind. Flicking the bell with is paw (Tink) "I believe master gave these in order to keep track of me!"

Hearing conversation, Veeshal turns to look. He finger-combs his days growth of beard nervously (ok, scratches at his chin) then makes his way to the growing party in the road. Softly he hisses 'Why not shout at the top of your voices!? I don't believe they heard you on the other side of the town!' He holds out his hand to the newcomer. 'I am Veeshal Dalorzza of House Ssith-or Vee for short. I am a follower of Sharindliar, God of Mercy and Healing. Pleased to make your acquaintance-as long as you're not pulling a foolie on us.' He grins slightly to take any sting out of his words.

He stands roughly 5'5" and is built squarely, with a days' growth of white beard and flowing while locks-so white you'd have guessed he was a Drow. The ears are pointed but not as sharply as an elf, slightly rounded at the tips. His skin is a dusky red in color and his eyes are mismatched-the Left is Amber while the Right is Violet. He wears an over-robe that is worn but serviceable and clean, covered with a design of dots or something and sits over his suit of scale mail. A warhammer hangs at his side.

'As for a skewer, I have no idea what Sorrow has in mind-and most likely wouldn't approve of it if I did. But if she's planning on roasting something I'd guess your rapier wouldn't suffice for it. Besides, that would leave you weaponless and something tells me we're going to need every weapon at hand fairly soon. Can you smell the smoke?' No matter the reply, he'll point off in the general direction it appears to be originating from. 'I'm guessing we need to-stealthily-scout out the camp these parasitic vermin came from. And make sure they can't do it again. Which may also lend itself to solving the town caravan problem as well.'

The one called Sorrow-at least you can solidly guess the figure in front of you asking for skewers is so named-stands 6'6" and currently the only skin you see is around her solid gold- colored eyes and is green. The face is covered by a balaclava pulled up to cover the face and the hood of her cloak is pulled up over her head. The hood does not sit flush with her head-giving a hint that there's something misshapen about her head. Her hands are covered with a mix of leather and chain 'gauntlet/gloves' with holes allowing her talons/nails to protrude. There is a long hump-extending from just below her neck to her buttocks- hidden under her cloak. She carries a greataxe in her left hand and is supporting a fairly nude human with her right. Best way to describe her-A very tall and solidly built Aiel.

She grunts assent to Vee. 'Yeah-keep your smallclothes clean little cleric. My voice wasn't near as loud as the earlier bashing was. Have you figured who's going to scout the way yet? And no, you probably don't want to be around when he and I have our little chat.' She looks at Festoon. 'I give you my name as Sorrows Child-or you may shorten it to just Sorrow for ease of speaking. Many thanks for the offer of your weapon, but as Vee has pointed out, it would most likely prove too flimsy for what I need. Perhaps something with a bit more substance-a stout limb or branch would work...' Using a talon, she pierces the bound humans' skin next to his ear and runs it down the jawline to the tip of his chin, creating a small furrow that slowly fills with blood. Sheathing the axe, she turns the prisoner full on to her, pulls the balaclava down and, leaning into his ear she whispers something that sets his eyes to bulging then licks the blood from the wound close to the ear, looking him in the eyes as she does.

Reaching up to take the proffered hand, the halfling answers, "Pleased to meetcha! Them's some amazing eyes you got! They give you magical sight or something? Who have you got to check out the camp? I'm a fighter, not a sneaker, but I could sure give it a try. My mom always said I had a habit of disappearing when there was work to be done! Oh, and now that you mention a caravan, someone in town did say that one went missing, before I left."

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<snip> She looks at Festoon. 'I give you my name as Sorrows Child-or you may shorten it to just Sorrow for ease of speaking. Many thanks for the offer of your weapon, but as Vee has pointed out, it would most likely prove too flimsy for what I need. Perhaps something with a bit more substance-a stout limb or branch would work...' <snip>

 "So, not Child? How about 'S.C.'? That's nice and short - easy to say in an emergency. As I said, I'm small enough I might be able to scout if you've no one better." Festoon offers. 

Tail Feathers gets closer, “You are a resident of the town?” She crouches down from her close to 7 foot height, scimitar at her hip, and searches with deep green eyes to see if her guess is correct. One grey ear twitches as she listens to the others

There is a rumbling growl of anger 'I. Am. NOT. To. Be. Called. Child. Not as a short name, not in jest. No one calls me CHILD ever again. Do you hear me? NO ONE-EVER AGAIN.' She did not raise her voice, but there is definitely a touch of anger and frostiness there.

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Tail Feathers gets closer, “You are a resident of the town?” She crouches down from her close to 7 foot height, scimitar at her hip, and searches with deep green eyes to see if her guess is correct. One grey ear twitches as she listens to the others

 Getting a bit tired of craning his neck to see all these tall folk, Festoon takes a step back, "My, you are all a long bunch, aren't you? I bet that helps finding each other in the markets. No, to be honest, I sort of arrived there unexpectedly. It was a lot smaller of a place than I'm used to, so I left to go to the bigger town - Fuolat."

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There is a rumbling growl of anger 'I. Am. NOT. To. Be. Called. Child. Not as a short name, not in jest. No one calls me CHILD ever again. Do you hear me? NO ONE-EVER AGAIN.' She did not raise her voice, but there is definitely a touch of anger and frostiness there.

Aware of hitting a sour note, the little warrior nods, "Okay, good to know. So, about that scouting task - did you want my help with it, or not?"

As you all try to get to know this halfling that just arrived onto the southern road as have you.  I will need a perception check from each of you.

perception   4     (7 if A/D) +2 prof +5 skill

Looks at Festoon "Mew, I can scout ahead! I just needed someone to carry my gear." The Tabaxi takes of all his gear and stows it neatly into one bundle (heavy 80lbs) with the shovel and spear sticking out like drag handles. Looks way up to Veeshal with wide glistening eyes, finally taking off his bell collar and stuffing it into his alms box.

Standing commando at 4', a small cat.  Green eyes, blue gray fur with dark tiger stripes, and a sinewy build. Millwater grins mischievously "breezy today"

Turns toward Sorrow "We can compare evidence with the bandit's story when I get back. If I get caught, at least I can show them my puckered starfish and make like a bat out of hell. If I run past you, you all better catch up!"

Millwater stares intensely into the forest, plotting a course thro the shadows and cover and thinks to himself (I can do this!)

stealth         14     (19 if A/D) +2 prof +6 skill

Sorrow Perception: 22

Veeshal Perception: 14

(OOC) Festoon perception 10

Tail Feathers perception 22

Millwater removes his equipment and heads down the trail that leads to the fishing spot.  He is able to make it to the edge of the trees and can look out at the wide clearing.  With the river taking a turn to the clearing before turning back south it leaves a nice crescent moon shaped clearing with the trail, Millwater was following, ending at the center of the arc of trees.  He can see to left of the clearing at least five tents.  More may be hidden by the ones he sees. Not far away and next to the river he can see a small fire with fish slowly getting cooked over this fire.  The man slowly turning the fish does not look like one of the bandits.  He seems to be dressed too nicely.  Millwater is about to head back when two obvious bands come into site from the tents and walk up to the man.    As he looks to the right he can see a bucket that has been over turned and a fishing pole snapped into three pieces next to the bucket.  Ha can also see that the bucket empty. 

I will need a insight check from Millwater to see if he hears what is said. 

The rest of you did not notice anything strange around you.   That us until four goblins jump out of the wood on the eastern side of the road.  I will need initiative checks and actions from everyone except Millwater.