"We have no map. But we can sketch out roughly what it is like. But some things move so it won't be perfect." (spoiler just so it isn't too large a post)

Agdon doesn't respond to Moneo, who also finds: Ball-and-cup toy that plays a short, victorious jingle whenever the ball lands in the cup, A soot-stained sock with a nugget of coal in it (the haregons explain they used to take the coal out. But a new nugget appeared each day at dawn) and a crystal orb which shows an elf sleeping (not just in a trance)

Pocketing all these things as well, Moneo begins to look at the rough map and sees that they maybe are close to Downfall, and walks over towards a skiff to see how many of them could fit into it. He's then happy to let the others continue the interrogation.

Eliaanore begins rummaging around herself. Maybe a wand or a rod can be found. She was getting sick of tripping in mud looking for crickets and such.

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Eliaanore find a Tiny pumpkin-shaped cauldron carved out of bog oak, a Tiny pair of sharp, iron scissors, and a 100-sided die the size of a plum, cut from coal. No wands or rods unfortunately (though mechanically a component pouch holds all components without cost and that aren't consumed by default. Rules say they work the same as a focus. That being said, if you want to put restrictions on it RP wise, I have no objections)

Fa'ame grabs Jingle Jangle's truffles, the cauldron and the silvered pinecone... She continues rummaging to see what else she can find... (38,60,11) ...every once in a while becoming conscious of her brand.

Finally, she thinks to ask..."Don't suppose there's any way of removing this mark? It's quite unsightly. Also, I understand it made your former leader invisible from view, but what other magical effects does it bestow? I'm not going to turn into a rabbit now, am I?"

She says this last part with a mix of fear and excitement.

Barreknar is too occupied to dig through the trinkets while keeping a hold of the tied up Agdon. Barreknar thinks the only way for this criminal to par for all the things he and his band of bandits have taken is with that scarf he is known for. They say he can't remove it, but Barreknar hasn't tried yet, and he feels he can. In Barreknar's mind, this second in command is just as bad. He's starting to rethink the groups choice to come here. They had thought of her when trying to pick a new leader, and if she convinced them to follow her when she returned... well Barreknar was starting to realize very quickly they might have bitten off more then they could chew.

(Barreknar is inferring to removing the occupant from the scarf instead of the other way around...)

(I was wondering that. It was the method I meant by "No other methods tried")

Eliaanore steps forward, a thought forming. 

Kneeling beside Agdon as Barreknar prepares to do...  whatever it is he's apparently preparing to do, she gingerly places a hand on the harengon's cheek. Her smile is warm, though her intentions are a taaaad manipulative. With a tender voice, like honey and chamomile, she asks, "Would you be willing to help us directly if we were to find a way to free you? Mayhaps as a guide?"

[Persuasion: 24 (19{+5})]

She turns to the others: "Does anyone have powdered iron or holy water?"

Fa'ame points at the map, "Which way do you expect Jabbek to come from?"

Three of them all point to different places. You get the sense that she could come from anywhere, but likely not from Downfall.

"It is easy to free me. The only thing that is trapping me is this big oaf. If he lets go and unties me, I am free. Unless you can break deals with Slack-jaw Lorna so I can do what I like without owing her anything."

Fa'ame huddles her companions to share an idea, "If we can find a good lookout point, I can beast shape into something that can climb to the tip-top and possibly spot Jabbek's return before she arrives so we can venture out and catch her unawares. Any merit to that?"

Eliaanore shrugs. She's got no ideas. She was hoping to get a fuzzy little rabbit to follow her around, but he seems a little unwilling.

At this point, anything's better than wandering about blind. 

You can climb to the top of a large tree with ease (as a beast). Perception check to watch out if you do. I will say you may take a short rest while waiting.

The rabbit isn't unwilling as such. But you get the sense that he is quite set in his ways. He might act like a guide for a while. But also would be just as likely to steal as much as he can carry from you and flee once you let your guard down.

"Uhhh, what do we do with long scarf? I don't want to hold him while we deal with Jabbek. Also is anyone worried of Jabbek convincing all the rest of these... confused bunch from joining her in fighting us? I still think we need to make this pay up for all that he's taken." Barreknar whispers to the group huddle, shaking Agdon when referringto him.  "I still think we should promote our other long eared friend in the footed house. He seems to at least be willing to play by the rules of the land. I'm not sure how... good we can prove any of them to be but I still vote the top 2 have to go in some way."

Fa'ame smiles at Barreknar. "I share the same concerns about Jabbek. That's why I'd like to intercept her before she arrives back in camp. Unfortunately, none of my beast forms are particularly adept at long range vision. However, I might have a different solution. I'll take my panther form, range out and my animal senses to track the villain down. If you're able to follow along and stay within visual range, I can pounce on her, pin her down, and we can work together to take that gourd from her before she ever gets within striking distance of the camp... What do you think?"

Fa'ame finishes her pitch, bouncing on the balls of her feet, clearly excited for the opportunity to transform into a panther.

"Panters are pretty cool," Moneo says with a grin. "I'm sure we'll be able to talk this Jabbek out of anything foolish. And I think our long scarfed friend here has already lost too much from this group to be much threat. And yes," looking to the hare, "we do plan to deal with the hag. Whether that will get you out of your deal or not I cannot say."

Fa'ame doesn't hear beyond the world "cool" before allowing the fungal tattoos that cover her skin to fully engulf her body like a chrysalis. Her form shifts within the shell and the now desiccated fungus flakes away to reveal a mangy looking panther.

Fa'ame, in panther form inclines her head to follow her but will bound out to start ranging and scouting for the returning Jabbek whether others follow her or not.

Survival check