"Um, I think-"

"I'm not an animal, you idiot," Seven hissed through gritted teeth at Dyoken, "You better just kill me. I won't say a word."

“Shush. Don’t cut people off. Vivi, as you were saying...”

DK shrugs and takes sits back on his stool. "Well that'll be a good start." He slides her plate closer to her indicating she should eat, but ignoring her bonds. "Go on, Vee." 

"That sounded like the word she uses to cast that super flowers spell," Vivi looks up to Dyoken, "it makes it hard to walk, and it's kind of annoying."

"Traitor." Seven pouts.

"mmm, You spell weaver types usually need your hands, huh?" Dyoken asks as he pulls some dried pork from his bag to chew on.

Seven lays/sits there quietly, but glaring at Dyoken. If looks could kill, Dyoken would probably be the first to fall. It would appear to most of you that she has decided to stay silent, at least to your taunting or requests for more information. It would appear, however, that Dyoken was right. You think back to the few times she did cast a spell, it involved what some wizard-type people might call somatic components.

Vivi casts nervous glances in Seven's direction in between eating. You wonder if the girl has another stomach along with those dark gifts of her's.

 "Have some food, girl." Completely unaware if a daughter of godhood might prefer to use their hands to eat. "We haven't got any questions for you. We'll figure out what do about you later." 

Seven's lips press even more tightly together as the food is offered to her. You can see an eyebrow twitch as she is definitely hungry, but somehow refusing! How rude!

Merrick watches curiously

"mm, Suit yourself." Dyoken says as he forks a piece of potato from her plate.

The prisoner shows no signs of breaking.

Luthok shakes his head waves an eaten clean fish spine towards Dyoken. "Told ya, taking prisoners ain't of use to no-one. At least if you treat 'em nicely. Rough her up, I say."

 "So, where were we before this mess showed up" Dyoken asks the party nodding toward the girl. "I was about to go see someone called Ivysaur at the Archaeological Society north of Luswe Gardens. He might be interested in these Gold Sun Coins" 

He frowns at the girl not eating "maybe we should split up, and watch her starve in shifts. No sense in all of us wasting our whole day." 

"Aye, but we should cover her head or something. That horrid stare of hers ain't good for my temper, and I am this close to snuffin' her all together." Luthok holds up his thumb and index-finger about an inch from each other. He then gets up and combs through his beard with his fingers. Pieces of sticky mushroom goo adorned with fish scales, due to messy eating, fall to the ground with dull splats. His hand is wiped clean on the grass before he looks to the rest of the party. "You bastards insisted on keeping her alive, so I suggest I get to leave first. Dyoken, you're comin' with me. I want to get these bloody unusable coins of me hands."

 "Very well." DK stretches as he stands. "You two have this under control?" He asks the Ricks as he starts for the Archaeological Society.

“Yeah... I guess... We’ll play nick nacks or something. It’ll be fun...” Muireach sits up off the floor, “Or maybe I can teach Vivi some moves. It’ll be fine...”

Dyoken and Luthok set off to the Archeological Society, which Dyoken recalls as being north of the Lusewe Garden. They take the path through the marketplace, which seems to be buzzing with gossip and energy. The road a bit past the library to the northeast is currently blocked off and has guards standing watch as the common people try to peer down the street. Everyone seems to be talking about the undead horde, though none of them seem to be discussing your fight with Seven. 

The bird bards seem to be back in position and are performing, but this time they have a much larger crowd around them. It sounds like their song is almost over.

Perception 15

(Please let me know if you wanted to interact with anything described here or if you are continuing on your way.)

At Luthok's house, Merrick and Muireach are left to deal with Seven. Vivi is sitting near the fire that Dyoken left, much to Luthok's chagrin, and seems to be cooking yet another fish. While the girl is able to cook, the food she makes is mostly bland, as if Vivi has no idea that salt or any other kind of spice even exists. Still, the scent of cooked fish wafts in the air.

A loud growl rumbles from Seven's stomach. Her eyes are closed, and it seems that she is trying to make peace with her decision not to eat. You can see her hands struggle every now and then, but it doesn't seem that she is going to get herself freed anytime soon.

The weather is quite nice right now, so it seems you could spar or practice without worry that a harsh wind will blow or that rain will pour on your head. 

Dyoken will stop to speak with the bird-folk, though he can't think just what he wishes to say. When their song concludes he thanks them, "Not many stick around when the undead come calling." He looks around remembering the gog. "Where is your friend?" (Perception: 16)

Dyoken spots the creature moving ahead of them "Nevermind, there he is." 

"True!" The green aarakocra grins as Dyoken compliments them, "The same could be said of you. My friend? If you mean the lovely Ms. Canaria, she is right by my side, as always." 

"Oh, you," Ms. Canaria mouths, but the voice doesn't quite fit what you thought her voice would sound like. She speaks again, in a series of different voices, "Mr. MacCawn, surely, a flirt!"

"Did you see what caused the undead to raise from the graveyard? The guards seem to be confuzzled!"

Merrick is bored. There are two very dangerous things in this world: Adult red dragons, and bored halflings.

Merrick starts rummaging around Luthok's hut, looking for anything of interest.