(Gonna roll Wisdom cause I think it'd be funny.)

Wisdom: 18

The Red Dragonborn is stone faced. He isn't impressed, and he simply rolls his eyes down at Dracor. As the other Dragonborn doubles over, he taps his foot impatiently as he sighs audibly. "Hopefully you'll find some way to go on Dracor..." Though, he does decide to take a little water for himself. A little refill wouldn't hurt. It clearly hasn't hurt Dracor.

Kneeling down by the water, he takes out his water skin, pouring out what remains of it and filling it up before he has a sip. (Hydration is important!) 1d4: 2 (If it ends up working for Wulcrath as well.)

Insight on Dracor’s Deception (for giggles): 12

Preston doesn’t buy Dracor’s charade for a minute. He watches him pretend to be in danger and roll around in the dirt with the look of a disappointed father. Preston then begins to pretend to play along.

‘’Oh no. A terrible curse has befallen Dracor. Truely a shame. I suppose we’ll just have to continue on without him. It’s what he would have wanted.’’, he says in the driest, most sarcastic tone he can.

When he’s sure that the water is safe to drink, he’ll fill up his waterskin and prepare to move on.

"You guys are no fun" Dracor would reply as he carefully puts away his waterskin. He would then quickly wave away any dirt or mud from his clothing and once again take the stance of a nobleman. "The water was very refreshing. I would encourage you all to take a drink before we continue." The dragonborn would say with a grin.

Constable Alena gives a small raspy chuckle at the dragonborn's shenanigans and the reactions of the others, before the serious expression returns to her face. She takes out a waterskin from the old bag, one clearly unused for a while, gives it a bit of a rinse and also fills it with water.

With a practiced efficiency, she seals the filled waterskin and casts an inquisitive glance toward Preston. "Alright, Preston," she prompts, "what does the map say? Where to next?"

"Right. Well, as I mentioned, the trail on the map seems to veer right after the lake. I think that is where we should be heading. If I’m right, we’ll reach some sort of stone structure, maybe a cavern."

Wulcrath nods at Preston's estimation. "I was thinking on exactly that." He chimes in. "Hal mentioned something about a stone in his writings... and as far as I can tell, it must of come from the cavern in question. Though perhaps whatever it is didn't originate there?" The Young Dragonborn ponders aloud. "That's just my piece though." He shrugs sheepishly at that. He's been thinking about this quite a bit already. It felt nice to get some of it out of his system. 

As you continue your journey deeper into the forest, the air thickens with the scent of earth and damp leaves. The light begins to wane, ensnared by the tangle of branches overhead. Suddenly, the group stumbles upon a mammoth fallen tree barring their way. It lies in your path, obstructing it, its ancient and colossal girth nearly matching Ella's height.

"Well... what now? Do we climb over the tree?" Dracor would ask as he moved closer to the massive log and examined it closely.

"Seems like it." Wulcrath says as he walks up to the tree as well. He does a little stretch as he nears it, rolling his shoulders as he makes an estimation at it's height. Whether or not he could climb it. or simply hop over it. Maybe he could help the others over if he manages to surmount the thing?

How high would he have to jump or climb to overcome this MIGHTY TREE?

The tree trunk is almost five feet in height. The once towering giant now lays decaying, covered in shelf fungi and patches of moss and lichen that cling to its rough, weathered bark. It appears to have been like this for a while as there are signs of decay in the fissures and hollows within the wood. 

"Do you think we went the wrong way?" The dragonborn would ask as he taps on the rotting log.

"No. At least I don't think so. The map is kind of sparse on landmarks though..." Wulcrath comments to Dracor as he sizes up the fallen tree. Did the tree simply rot? If not, what could have felled one this big? Surely not a villager? There are many better trees for firewood and whatnot less deep in the wood. "Hmmph... Only one thing for it I guess?" Not keen on wandering off into the forest, with no other path in sight, and with Youthful Vigor to spare. Wulcrath simply attempts to climb atop the thing, If he can get up, he'll sit himself upon it and have a look around.

Athletics to hoist himself up?: 25

Dracor would watch in awe as the large dragonborn quickly scales the tree.

Preston was about to help Wulcrath up, but seeing how he seems to be a natural climber, he moves out of the way.

The young human would then help the other members up over the obstacle by boosting them up.

Ella will try to hoist herself up on her own, but though she's decently strong, she's too short for this. She accepts Preston's help.

Wulcrath climbs the fallen tree with ease, his youthful vigour helping him navigate the rough and moss-covered bark effortlessly. The aged wood groans softly under his weight as the dragonborn steadies himself on the trunk. 

From his new vantage point, he surveys the surroundings. A deep-rooted decay near the base of the tree suggests prolonged illness or a storm weakening its core. Safe for a small path, the forest floor beyond the trunk appears overgrown thick with undergrowth and tangled bushes, shrouded in a darker shade due to the shadow cast by the massive trunk. A very distinct smell of dampness, dead leaves and plants permeates the air.

A subtle rustling draws his attention from the undergrowth below.

Wulcrath hoists himself up onto the tree, not even breaking a sweat. He scans the forest around him, and is about to start helping the others up until the Rustling catches his attention. “Wait… hang on a moment. Something‘s in the foliage. It’s probably nothing, but…”

The Fighter has a look down into the undergrowth, trying to spot whatever it is making the noise. Another Fox maybe? Perhaps it’s come to turn them all into one? No… Whatever it is, Wulcrath focuses his senses, and has a look and a listen.

Perception?: 10

"Can you toss down a rope or something?" Dracor would shout upwards towards his fellow dragonborn, hoping to continue pushing forward.