Barreknar will attempt to disarm the pleading hare. Including trying to remove his scarf. (Assuming someone else is attempting to help him) then tie him up with some rope so the hare can't run off. "So what's this one to you all. My understanding is this one made a deal with a hag, or was it the lot of ya?"

Fa'ame nods, the noxious cloud of spores swirling round her like a dust devil... "And where's the gourd? You've been preying on the people of this land far too long. They deserve to have their memories returned."

Fa'ame still can't see Agdon. But she can hear him. The scarf can't be removed, but his weapon can. As soon as it leaves his hand, the heat fades from it.

"He was our leader. Now he has shown he is incapable of leading by grovelling. We used to go around the feywild stealing but then when we made it here, the fey in charge didn't like what we did. So she demanded he hand his scarf over. When he refused she cursed him so that it could never be removed, staked it to a tree and made it grow up to the sky. When the mist appeared, we were able to cut it down, but the nail was stuck. Some hag made a deal with him that she would remove the nail if he gave her one thing from each haul we made. As for the gourd, Jebbek has it, and she isn't here at the moment"

"While the hag may have 'saved' you, know that we have business with her," Moneos says, cautiously eyeing the group in their little boats. "We do wish to go to dawnfall actually. Though, if he will not be your leader, what will happen to him? Who will take his place? And what will you do from now on?"

Since the scarf can't be removed, Barreknar will use the scarf to tie up Agdon. "Well a hand full of you already met me and I did promise I would leave them a memory of me, and there is this memory gourd that needs to be taken care of. Plus there are a few of your victims that have asked for the fair justice to the stuff you took from them. Now it sounds to me that this one can answer for most all of those... misunderstandings... but we are going to need that magical squash as well as know what your next move is? Have you ever considered starting a business? Like the hippy hop taxi services? Since you know the area so well."

They all stand around looking at each other. Eventually one of them speaks up. "Jebbek would probably be best to be the new leader. She was his number two. We only really know how to steal, we have never tried anything else. You can leave him tied up until she is back and she can decide his fate."

"Where is this Jebbek now?" Fa'ame asks.

"Out on a robbery. She is the one who typically uses the gourd so it sounds like you met her. Agdon is the only other person who is able to. Unless he chooses someone else, it wont work for them."

To Eliaanore, the hag story sounds like a load. She doesn't trust it, but she can't seem to recall why. Not particularly eager for another spat with their resident satyr, however, she elects to keep her mouth shut. 

Instead, she approaches Agdon and asks, "soooo, what's with the rabbit brand? Is... is that your thing?"

An intrusive thought comes to mind: 

"Can I have it?" It's a moot point, since the party holds all the cards, but the summer child wants to hear him refuse anyway. Call it curiosity, if nothing else. 

[Mmmaybe a Persuasion check? If so, 15.]

"I can't really stop you can I? So feel free. It's useless to you anyway" 

Barreknar looks over at Fa'ame and whispers, "What about that hare in the footed inn? Would that one be a potential leader choice? Seems to be doing things more honest then the rest of this lot now. Second in command that's out on a raid doesn't sound like a good choice. Plus her fate might be more permanent then this ones." He jerks at the scarf/restraint on Agdon. Barreknar looks at him, "So what was the deal you made with the hag anyways, simply bring her some stuff? Best find yourself a way of being usful to us, otherwiseI am going to have to collect payment for bargins you forced upon your victims.  You say that scarf cant be removed, we might have to see how true that is."

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"I can't really stop you can I? So feel free. It's useless to you anyway" 

 

 With a smile and a larkful skip, Eliaanore scoops up the brand and pops it in her bag. 

Still smiling, now bearing a hint of mischeivous mirth, she regards the wrangled rabbit with a mocking, "Thank yooouuu!"

Fa'ame nods at Barreknar's suggestion. "Agreed." She looks to the bandits, then to Moneo. "Perhaps we can propose him as an alternative. See if they'll aid us in reclaiming the memories from this Jebbeck... I'd offer the notion myself, but I---"

Suddenly distracted by a tickle in her ear, Fa'ame picks at the inside the canal, pulls out a small morel and tosses it on the ground. "--am usually not the best when it comes to talking to people."

"Moving on to a taxi service is a good plan, since we'll be taking the gourd," Moneo says as they ponder what to do with what remains of this troop of brigands. He then asks, "When will this Jebbeck be returning?"

"No idea, you are welcome to wait here for us. We can find you somewhere to stay. Take you to the tents and the throne. Jebbek will make her way there."

"Throne?" Fa'ame says with wide eyes, impressed. She looks to the others. "That sounds fine by me."

Looking down at the empty space where Agdon should be... "What shall we do with this one?"

Eliaanore jokingly asks, "Anyone got a nail?"

Moneo smirks as the rabbit squirms after hearing for a nail, and says, "Interesting thought, but perhaps a bit cruel. What do you think long scarf? What should be done with you?"

You see a look of fear on his face when the nail was mentioned. "You could let me go. I won't bother you again. Ever! I will even give your friend her berries back" Fa'ame, you hear this (and still don't see him) and sure enough when you look, your spare goodberries are not there.

The harengons have set up camp atop the 30-foot-high, 80-foot-wide tree stump. Wooden skiffs are moored among the cattails and grasses that poke up from the water surrounding the ancient stump, and rope ladders hanging off the edges of the trunk. The brigands’ encampment is a circle of twelve patchwork tents surrounding a carved wooden throne where Agdon Longscarf holds court. Piled around Agdon’s throne are scores of worthless trinkets stolen from travellers. This pile includes (but is not limited to), Jingle Jangle's truffles, Silver hand mirror with a nymph-shaped handle, Cookie cutter shaped like a unicorn, Tiny pumpkin-shaped cauldron carved out of bog oak, Silvered pinecone, Tiny sundial that casts a shadow only in moonlight, Paintbrush made entirely of ceramic—even the bristles and Tinted glasses so dark that they can’t be seen through. 

(feel free to roll up to 3d100 if you wish to find something else) The Harengons do not stop you from taking anything.

Moneo picks up the mirror and, looking at himself while fixing some hair, speaks past it to Agdon and says, "You've got quick hands friend. You think you could put them to good?" putting the mirror away he says, picking through the mess ((81;41;67)), "Got a map of this place? It would be nice to see where we are. Either way though we'll definitely need your," speaking to the rest of the gang, "help finding Downfall."