"Aight. Yeah I think we've been snoopin' around in here long enough. Sure yeah 'tar ya can take the book. I ain't using it that much anyways." Balen was pretty surprised that was actually anything in that book that was useful. Instinctively he thought about keeping it for a while longer, but seeing that if he hasn't read it so far until now he most likely still won't in the future. He stretches his neck and back in an exaggerated way. "Been kinda tired of this dragon disguise anyways."

He fiddles with his claws some more, waiting a bit on what to do now. He does, however, swipe the pan flute while no one is looking. And unties some of the knots. 'For safe keeping' He reassures himself.

Cetar thanks Balen for the book, then with his hood up and his body held low amongst the reeds, he sneaks out of the wagon, the smell of smoke and perfume flooding the air. He makes a silent gesture to everyone back in the cabin to head back to the boat; it seems that the distraction is still working, but won’t be for much longer, as the cool evening breeze is starting to waft away the scent and smoke away from the camp and over the marshes.

[Probably should make a Stealth check to go from the wagon back to the boats:13

I would have done it in the new Campaign log, but I'm having troubles with my sheets so I'll give someone else the honour of having the first roll!]