Ethel, nervous as she awaits the outcome of the wyrmlings' hunt, pours her focus onto the cloak as a means to keep herself calm and rational.  The cloak is obviously augmented in some way.  The material seems impervious to the filth of undead contamination and ravages of dirt and seawater.  What other curious properties might it have?

Arcana:  27

Ethel finally notices the stitching and the obvious magic running through the threads of the material. She'd missed it the first time through but she has read about these cloaks. To truly reach their full potential the user will need to spend time feeling the magical energy in the garment and attune to it. Regardless, Ethel is pretty certain this is a cloak of protection.  

Recognizing that this magical item requires attunement, and wouldn't be immediately useful to anyone, she tucks it away for now.  She plans to discuss its most efficacious use with the others once the current danger passes.

Ethel folds up the cloak while Bigge and the rest of the crew work as quietly as they can in the mist, no one wanting to be responsible for attracting any unwanted attention. 

It's been awhile since anyone has heard anymore cracking of timber or shrieking of the wyrmlings. Given the state of the Emperor when anyone last saw it, the quiet is likely because the ship has now sunk. With any luck the dragons are focused on exploring the wreck of the ship underwater. If the Wish can stay quiet enough, you might not attract any attention.

(Stealth roll from everyone please - will blend it into a collective ship stealth roll).

Avaria - 5

(Sorry guys!!)

Jan: 28

Stealth:  12

Ethel stares out into the fog, waiting....

Stealth: 22

Marrin fiddles with the crossbow, checking that everything is in place and ready.

The ship moves along quietly, everyone doing their best to keep the rigging quiet. A collective breath is held each time the wood creaks but everything seems to go smoothly until Avaria feels a sneeze coming on. It almost catches her by surprise but she's able to get hands over her mouth and nose and duck her head down just as she sneezes. It doesn't sound too loud, but how good is the hearing of the wyrmlings.

The answer comes a few moments later when everyone can hear the sound of air being pushed by large wings. Out of the mist the large wyrmling leader appears. Before anyone can react, they settle down on the forecastle and look down at the crew, eyes finally stopping on those they met before.

"It was there but now it is not," the wyrmling says in draconic. They then look around the deck of the Wish. "This ship is much nicer. I would not like to have to tear it apart to find the chest. Where is it?"

"It thinks we have what its looking for," Ethel translates for those who don't understand the tongue of dragons.

In Draconic, she responds, "Turn wer draksv crodr ekik, oli wux geou notfind svabol wux sweekmon shafaer nomeno driik."

"I jika, svaust coi ui batobot shilta meage fogah achuak dragons ekess morshin leagues di qumadosfan shafaer vin errand mishun lae nomeno?  Si ornla|dah itov ekess vucot wer ominak di mishun vi vers... zyak si tiliw avoid asta skriiod.  Astahii zklaen qe versel abhlek ekess spol creolna mishun lae doutan ekess collect salvage."

Marrin scowls slightly at Ethel's first comment and, assuming her most subservient tone, adds in draconic,

Avaria tries so hard to conceal her sneeze.  With eyes watering, she looks up, hoping that the winged beasts didn't hear.  

Her hopes were dashed as the big one lands.  She looks to Bigge to see his and his crew's reactions as Ethel and Marrin converse in a language she can't understand.  She's feeling good and ready to take them on if need be, but she worries about the rest of the crew.

The wyrmling cocks its head first at Ethel then at Marrin. It looks up into the fog but as yet no one sees sign of the other two wyrmlings.

It speaks to Marrin, appearing to prefer the deference in what she has said, both Ethel and Marrin noticing the slight puffing out of the chest at the mention of 'magnificence'.

In Draconic:

 Deception Roll from Ethel and Persuasion Roll from Marrin (you can say more at the same time to improve your odds).

From what Avaria can tell, Bigge hasn't breathed since the wyrmling appeared on the ship. The other crew have frozen as well. If they're to be enlisted in any sort of fight, they'll need to be encouraged. It's not every day a sailor encounters a dragon, even a baby like this.

Marrin lowers her head deferentially,

 Persuasion (min of 21): 20

The wyrmling, their dark green, almost black scales, looking slick with moisture from the fog and sea, puffs up even more with Marrin's proper reverence. 

The wyrmling looks at Marrin for a long moment then over at Ethel, dismissing the rest of the group and crew as unimportant to talk to. The toddler version of a dragon looks up into the sky and screeches loudly in draconic.

The smallest of the three wyrmlings flies down and lands on the deck. Without hesitating, this one navigates the stairs and goes below deck. A considerable amount of banging around, and some very excited yelping in goblin can be heard.

The lead wyrmling looks from the stairs going down and back to Marrin, speaking again:

 (Pause in case anyone wants to do anything or say anything while the ship is being searched)

Marring bows even lower,

 She'll then call in common,

"They are looking for a box or something. They say they'll leave once they confirm it isn't here. Please don't hinder their search and help them if you can."

Insight on the little green liar's statement: 15

Ethel pauses for a long time... then looks about to speak... then stops.  

Anyone paying close attention to her might notice the strain she is under as she forces herself not to attempt further interrogation of the wyrmling.  But for now, things seem to be going about as well as possible, and her own burning desire for more information is not enough good reason to jeopardize their lives.  

After all, wasn't she the one who always told Adam, 'Once you've made the sale... stop talking!'?

She does spare a glance up to Bigge.  "Fear not, Captain.  As Marrin says, the dragons are being most reasonable.  This shouldn't take more than a few more moments."

The group hears what they've come to know as pretty colourful language in Ghukliak. The goblin chefs are clearly not pleased with this development. A lot of crashing and banging can be heard coming up from below. 

Bigge looks pained with each crash. Something is clearly being broken.

Marrin watches the lead wyrmling, trying to decipher any hint of deception on their part. As best she can tell, they appear honest. But so far her knowledge of draconic has been pretty academic. The only native speakers before this she has actually encountered were the odd kobold trouble maker when she was traveling with her old troupe. She's leaning more towards they're not all about to be eaten but she can't rule it out either.

Eventually the other wyrmling comes back up from below. Splinters of wood and debris rest on this one's head. The end of a lamb leg sticks out of its mouth, likely purloined from the kitchen during its travels.

It looks to the leader then leaps into the sky, the ship rocking slightly under the pressure.

The leader takes a deep breath, and looks at the group. But only a small puff of acrid smoke sneaks out before this one also leaps up into the sky and disappears.

Kriox and Brash emerge a few moments later from below. Brash appears to be covered in what was the remains of a lamb stew. Kriox pats Brash on the back, trying to calm the cook's anger.

Avaria lets out a long breath.  She keeps her eyes to the sky in case the wyrmlings have a change of thought, but she gets up and seeing that the goblins are at least intact, starts heading down the stairs to see if she can do anything to help.  She wants to keep busy and hopes the ship can keep moving.  She is feeling very unsettled after the undead and now the wyrmlings... what was that box?

Ethel leans forward on her walking stick, eyes downcast.

After a few shuddering breaths, the takes off downstairs, limping after Ava.  She has no spells that would aid whatever repairs are necessary down there, but she will lend her meager strength to whatever physical labor is needed.