Dark approaches the old lady,  gently he brushes against her with a wing preparing to dodge if she wakes up violently.  "Excuse me lady.  I think your kids have disappeared.  Are you ok?  Are you awake?  Can you hear me?"

 The crone's eyes snap open as her fist comes to within an inch of Dark's head. She manages to stop herself in time, a look of panic and ferocity on it; that heat in her eyes she had when bringing the group out of the room with the sweetgrass. She pauses, trying to assess the situation very quickly, her hand slowly lowering.

Mara had been ready fight whennthe woman had almost hit Dark, stopping but still making sure that she used her invocation the bring up her Mage Armor.

"... Maybe." Rumble mutters after awhile, having been entranced all this time at the prospect of the hole. He snaps to attention hearing the bit of ruffling from the hammock, and after shooting the others a brief but worried look (or a more chastising one in Mara's case), he clears his throat. "Uhh... Mornin, I guess, uhmm *clicks tongue* so you know how we agreed to watch out fer the little 'uns n'all? Wellll-...uh, they, uh... kind of slipped away it seems?" Still rubbing the back of his neck, Rumble will shuffle away some of the boxes if no one stops him, presenting the evidence. "This don't happen to be a regular occurrence does it?"

Dark jumps back from the lady using his dodge action but probably too late to matter.  “Please excuse me.  I was afraid you were ill.”

Killian, seeing the actions of the lady and darks delayed reaction while going through the clothes waiting for her to answer Rumble. Thinking to him self 'old ladys pretty fast, it's always the young ones who cause problems' 

The crone seems to breathe a little heavily as she puts her hand down. "I'm sorry... I'm not used to being woken by someone." She lowers herself out of the hammock.

"Given all you've probably been through, mam. That ain't too big of shock." He deadpans, then nervously glances back to the hole. "So bout the whole disappear'n chil'ren? Regular, or uhm...Should, uh... one of us be try'na climb through this hole here?" At that last part, he look over to Darnell in particular with an almost expectant look.

Mara nods in agreement with what Rumble said to the old woman, calming herself before slowly begining to speak. "We need to find the young elves even if I have no doubt that they shall be able to take care of themsleves since they were raised and taught to survive here."

"Oh, they will be gathering food. I'm a little old for crawling through those tunnels to scavenge." The crone says, heading over towards the chests, then looking at them with a look of annoyance. "I suppose you were getting bored and having a look. Well, if you're planning on heading higher up the tower, you should take a change of clothes each."  

"Oh?" asks Darnell.

"Well, thank you, maam."

 He bows his head respectfully, then starts rummaging through boxes as he looks for clothes that would fit someone of his short stature.

Mara will nod to the old woman as she gathers the clothes and moves to change in private. To deter anyone from trying to peek at her she let's an eldrtich blast form between her hands for a few seconds. "Make sure that none of you gentlemen get any strange thoughts..."

Leojym will give a slight bow toward the woman and looks for any plain, clean clothes that might fit him.

"C'mon, now! We all know the only one who'd try would be Mr. Clinton." He flashes Killian a wolfish grin, then turns to Simmeat. He'll go over to pat the dwarf on the shoulder. "I'm sorry, Mr. Slim. You doin' any better bud? I know that story yesterday... was it yesterday?" He scratches his own chin for a second before just shrugging off the thought. "Anyways, I... Grim as it was, 'nd... I know ya prolly still wrestle'n with some other stuff as before, but... uhh… Mr. Leo! Say somethin' wise!"   

Leojym looks up from unbuckling his armor in preparation for changing his clothes at Rumble and than to Simmeat. "To learn is to suffer, Angharradh teaches us that. In times of intense despair, despair we feel to our very core and cannot escape even in dreams, we must endure. In enduring we learn the most."  He looks back to Rumble, "Additionally, she teaches us that words have power. Power to summon great magic, yes but something much more powerful than that. Words of kindness, positivity, and humor have the divine ability to save ones soul where magic may only restore the body."  The elf pats Rumble on the back. "Thank you for your words."  He looks down toward Simmeat. "I cannot pretend to know your despair, but I pray you endure."

Rumble just stares wide-eyed throughout much of the speech. And well after its over, he remains struck wordlessly for a time. "Uh... uhhh.... Well shoot. Ask and you shall recieve! Still not sure what the thank you at the end was 'bout, but... yea. So, uhh..." He flashes Simmeat a weak, toothy grin and a thumbs-up. "Hang in there, bud." With that, he'll settle in nearby the dwarf, and start trying to finish treating the blade with the whetstone. 

Killian gives Rumble a sly smile in return, "No offense Mara but maybe under different conditions, but ya know everyone has needs so if you ever wanted to let the urge out . Wasnt just my height that changed with that spell" he winks at her and turns away giving her the privacy she seeked.

Listening to Leo's words to Sim, he nods his head "exactly what I was gonna say minus the whole religion thing, but you seem to have a the jist of it." 

Turning his attention to Sim "Listen buddy, shit happens, hell we are all damn place aren't we? **** man I got tossed off my own boat by those I trusted, but for everyone here I put that same trust in all of you, I've seen you step up and do what needed to be done use that pain that anger on those who deserve it. At least that's what I'm holding on to mine for. If we can't trust and rely on each other in this place just strike me dead now because when this shif goes sideways know that I'll have your backs as I hope you would all do the same for me. Killian stops talking. "On the bright side I haven't had a episode of yelling at everything and nothing for a while right?" He rubs the back of his neck feeling some sweat from getting emotional and wipes it on his shirt. 

Rummaging through the chest, there is a myriad of mostly plain clothing of various sizes. They are mostly clean, though might have a couple of small holes here and there or a blood stain.

"The kids should be back shortly." The crone says, heading over to another chest, rummaging through it. "If you're going up towards the desert, you'll need these." She pulls a large bag out of the chest. It seems to be a backpack, though it is a little torn and weathered from use. "There's some shells in there still from when I last went up. Some of the people up there use it as currency."

"Shells???" Killian asks excitingly "let me see, I've run across many people who have used them as currency in my travels across the waters" 

History (To see if any of them look similar to anything I would have seen used in the past): 12