Olan  has no healing skills, just a few bits and pieces of first aid picked up from various fights. He kneels to try and stabilise the woman whilst Threl deals with the main problem.

Medicine 7

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 (Is anyone going to make an attempt to heal or otherwise assist this woman?)

 Yeah, Threl will remove the arrow with his none glowing hand and then cast healing word on the woman's leg to patch the wound for 6 HP of healing

The wound briefly spurts blood, as the half-healed, scabby skin breaks and tears. The woman groans unconsciously in pain, before Threl speaks an arcane syllable and the wound closes itself, the scab peeling and flaking off. The woman opens her uncovered eye, staring up at Threl and Olan. 

"You... thank you." She speaks the common tongue with a heavy Shaaran accent. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. Now, why do you have a gnollish arrow embedded in your body?" Threl inquires.

"The arrow..." she sucks in breath between her teeth, evidently still somewhat in pain. "Gnolls attacked my village. Butchered my people. I am all that remains, at least I saw no others escaping. They came from the hills and were upon us before we could even prepare. We stood no chance..."

     Nodjeim continues to stand on guard and scan the horizon.  He wonders if it is common for the Gnolls to be so organized and bold.  It is one thing to ambush a caravan but another thing entirely to attack a whole village.  "We should return to the others," he advises, not liking their forces being divided like this in the middle of the night.  

You all are only around 60 feet away from camp, since that's the edge of darkvision, we can assume that anyone who wishes to be awake right now has been awoken by Thomir.

Evelyn rubs the sleep from her eyes as she is shaken awake by their dwarven companion, Thomir. Suddenly, she bolts upright, her eyes wide and searching all around for gnolls. When she realizes there is no attack, her heart, which had started racing, began to slow again, and she sighs. Then she joins the others at the side of the injured woman. She is just in time to hear the woman explain the source of her injury.

"How far is your village?" Evelyn asks, her fear returning. How far could this woman walk while injured like this? If her village was close by that meant so too were the gnolls.

"Just... just a few days South of here, up next to the lower hills. I have been walking for... I don't know how long. My legs were about to give out before I saw your camp."

(Mechanically, this woman is at exhaustion 4, and honestly probably dipping into exhaustion 5)

      Nodjeim makes room for her to lie upon one of the carts, offering up his bedroll to try to help make her comfortable.  "Do you know of other villages nearby? Were you headed somewhere specific or just away?"  He has an uneasy feeling about this and thus is not looking for her to lead them in a new direction but it would be good to see if she was trying to do so.

Insight on her when she answers?  10 *shrug*

"I ran. Just ran. I did not think. I could not think or I would have to... I could not. I had to keep running."

Nodjeim senses nothing but grief in her voice. No duplicity.

"Well, you're safe now. Blasted gnolls. Always ruin everything."

He could not help but think about how Threlan’s words were similar to that of the people who despised the drow. Not without reason and better than complete trust, but still oh so eager to label an entire kind negatively. Maybe this one never left the Way of Lolth, said the voice of his mind. The tale of the stranger brought memories of the larger gnoll and how he seemed to shrink upon death. The way to New Shaar was long and dangerous and it was no surprise for any caravan to cross the territory of the hyena-folk once or twice. To be ambushed at least once was to be expected. To meet two bands of the same ilk and find that a third was brazenly attacking villages, not so much.

“You need rest, water and food. I’ll take of the later.” He then look to his traveling companions, as if to say he trusted them to deal with the rest. “Vegetable soup should be easy to digest. But before that I must ask – during the attack, did you see any large gnoll? Larger than the others, possibly commanding them?”

If she did then there was a connection. One that could mean danger to their destination and opportunity for a sellsword.

Notes: Insight check to see if Veldruk believes her answer = 18 (rolled on the campaign log).

"Thank you, thank you, I... larger gnolls? Not by a lot. But there were... other things too. There was a large humanoid with them, maybe twice my height. An ogre or a troll, maybe. I did not see if it was the only one, I ran too quick. And..." She looks at Evelyn's necklace, her eyes narrowing in concentration, attempting to revive panicked memories. "And one gnoll wore a crown made of the same corkscrewing silver. It looked to command the others, and summoned terrible things to assault the village."

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"And one gnoll wore a crown made of the same corkscrewing silver. It looked to command the others, and summoned terrible things to assault the village."

 "I think it's fair to say that these aren't just random occurrences. I suggest that we use a scout when we travel onwards."

Olan removes his jacket and turns it inside out, hiding the extravagant colours and instead becoming something which blends in quite well against the scrubland.

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"And one gnoll wore a crown made of the same corkscrewing silver. It looked to command the others, and summoned terrible things to assault the village."

 "I think it's fair to say that these aren't just random occurrences. I suggest that we use a scout when we travel onwards."

Olan removes his jacket and turns it inside out, hiding the extravagant colours and instead becoming something which blends in quite well against the scrubland.

"I assume, at least during the day, that rolled would be filled by you? At night, both me and Veldruk could also assist. Though our day-vision is quite impaired, our night vision is superb."

 

 

"I assume, at least during the day, that rolled would be filled by you? At night, both me and Veldruk could also assist. Though our day-vision is quite impaired, our night vision is superb."

 "I have no problem with that. The flashy dandy isn't always the best role, and there are times when discretion is required; this appears to be one of them."

Veldruk’s first instinct upon hearing Threlan’s suggestion was that the other drow had decided to kill him. His rational mind was fast to point otherwise. The gnolls were a danger to everyone there and he was more useful as a scout than as a cadaver. We should be able to see them before they see us. If they had any luck the enemies wouldn’t see them at all.

“Olan’s right.” The warlock started. “The one we thought directly…” He gestured towards Thormir. “It shrank after death, as if returning to its normal form. It must’ve been magic and now we find there is another gnoll leading an attack and using mystic powers... Maybe the crowned one decided to unify the bands of the area, make an army.”

Maybe someone stronger and smarter is doing that. A thought better left unsaid, the dark elf decided looking at the exhausted woman. He approached and knelt besides her. His face had a gentle smile, as convincing as he could made it to be. It was the moment to be amiable, experience taught him.

“You don’t need to do it now.” His voice was gentle, full of rehearsed comprehension and empathy. “But what were the terrible things you mentioned? And more importantly, I don’t believe we got your name. I’m Veldruk.”

"Things of mottled red and black flesh and eyes and teeth. Hungry things. Hateful things. I am Vassil."

     "When you say not random occurrences just what are you suggesting?" Nodjeim asks of Olan.  "Surely you do not think this pack or alliance or whatever it may be is specifically hunting us?"

     "We should allow Vassil to rest," he adds a bit later.