Valji finally laughs out loud as they clear the gates into the keep, the half-dragon and kobolds chasing after an illusion and all of his friends safe! "Oh, that was AWESOME!!! Did you see the looks on their faces when the fake-tiefling came running out?!? And the way you reacted - it really sold it. Let's get back up to the tower and make sure the guv-ner knows what really happened."
Though the suspense made it feel like months to the adventurers, within minutes they managed to sneak back through the gate, the invading armies seemingly appeased for now. On the other side of the gate, the elderly nurse Gertrude stands attending to Leosin, Escobert the Red. The grizzled, fiery haired dwarf looks over at the party. "what sort of mess has this fool," he says, referring to the half-elf monk who has insulted his father's craftsmanship, "gotten us into? Do ya think that little distraction got rid of them for good?"
"One can only hope! We should be prepared for them to come back, anyways...maybe wait a couple of days to see if they're well and truly gone. Meanwhile...I'm hungry!" the gnome wizard pipes up.
“I agree with Valji,” Skiaceq says as he briskly strides past, his locked across the courtyard. “They will come back when they don’t find the mask. Tell them we made off with it in the night.”
His pace quickens, driven by a sense of relief that begins to swell into joy as he approaches his father. By the time he gets there, tears are streaming down his face. He flings his arms around Leosin and weeps. “Father, I... I was...” Too many thoughts and feelings speed through him to find words for just one, and he surrenders as the fear flees at last from his body.
"Give the man some space to breathe, young one!" Gertrude says, lightly slapping Skiaceq away for a moment before thinking better of it and returning to her ministrations.
Leosin stirs from a bit from the stupor he'd been knocked into by his captors, his gaze softening as he sees the hatchling he'd taken in on that fateful day. "Nothing a good night's sleep can't fix," he reassures the Aarakokra. "And I didn't return empty handed, as hopefully you haven't either. Though perhaps such things should not be spoken of so openly," he concludes, eyeing the bit of a crowd of townsfolk who had begun to gather around.
Darvin chokes up a little and breaks into a small smile -- one of the most sincere outward expressions of emotion he's shown in these last harrowing couple of days being thrust into the role of local protector -- as he watches Skiaceq reunited with his father. The vicarious joy lasts only a moment, however, before he remembers his own reason for being here. "Talis," he whispers quietly to himself, feeling suddenly short of breath for what feels like the thousandth time in this eternal day. His mind clouded by exhaustion, he thinks, "Tomorrow. We'll go after them tomorrow."
"A good night's sleep?" he says aloud to Leosin. "Those sound like the four most beautiful words in the common language right now, with no offense to my bardic brethren of a poetic bent."
Skiaceq dries his tears and stands tall before his father, who would stand a few inches taller were he not sitting. He feels proud to greet his father after a successful mission. “Indeed.” He starts to say more, but notices his father’s wariness and quickly shuts his beak. Valji’s ruse may not be apparent to those inside the keep.
”We may want to give the impression we are preparing to go in search of the artifact,” he says quietly, once he is certain no one is close enough to hear. “I think we should leave Greenest first thing in the morning.”
"That might be for the best," Leosin concurs, looking as if he is about to continue before Gertrude interrupts.
"You cubs can discuss that in the morning. My patient needs his rest."
Escobar agrees, "Ya definitely need a good night's rest before anything. Take the same bunks from last night... I'll arrange for you to break fast with the Governor in the morning to discuss any plans."
Ushering you off to the bunks, the party settles in for the evening uneventfully.
Level up to Lv 3 after a long rest.
Valji
It seems the apocalyptic nature of your dreams are unchanged. Visions of dragons raining elemental death shake you to your core, but in your profound tiredness this evening, the only thing which stays with you is the same general sense of foreboding which has been your constant companion.
Darvin
Your dreams are accompanied by visions of yourself leading an army of young green dragons. You fly above them on the back of an ancient dragon. To your left and right are cloaked figures leading similar elemental armies from atop their dragons, faces cloaked by draconic masks similar to your own. Before you stands a city. Burning. Freezing. Sparking with deadly energy. Ant-like humanoids fleeing the carnage are felled by the cloud of poison your troops send their way.
Despite the carnage, you feel an exalted power as you look down upon your victims. Five snarling voices call out to you from the heavens, "Join me, and you shall have power the likes of which you have never imagined. Free me, and the world shall be ours."
Skiaceq, Gertrude keeps you from your father, insisting that you both need your rest. How well are you able to sleep under these circumstances?
Upon waking in the morning, you have a couple minutes before Escobar collects you for breakfast with the governor. How do you spend it?
Valji can be found in the morning poring over his spellbook. The dark circles under his eyes indicate he spent another sleepless night, although it is not readily apparent if his nightmares returned or if he was working out some new aspect of his wizarding power...perhaps both. It is surprising to find him with the dragon mask, though. No one can remember if he had it before or somehow procured it during the night. But he has several pages in his notebook covered in sketches and notes, and there appear to be several new spells in his spellbook!
After a quick bath in the river, Skiaceq nestles into his usual perch atop the battlements. Whether his exhaustion is physical or emotional, he passes out almost immediately. It is the first restful night he’s had since arriving in Greenest.
His wife and two chicks greet him in dream. He is coming home, weary yet joyful. Huntress Kiwooth also regards him impatiently, his duties to the flock long neglected. She is strongest among them; why she insists on his aid is a mystery. There is a banquet in commemoration of the dragon’s defeat.
Skiaceq wakes feeling homesick and warm. His first thought is of Leosin. He glides down to meet with the others.
Darvin wakes from his strange dream with his heart racing. In the first moments of not-quite-wakefulness, he catches the dim outline of Skiaceq and instinctively reaches for his sword, before his mind clears and he recognizes his companion. He takes a few deep breaths to try to flush the adrenaline from his system. Once he is feeling steady, he gets up and approaches his friends. "I wasn't, ah... did I talk in my sleep? Some odd dreams I had. Must be the stress of being taken prisoner."
He heads for a wash basin and splashes some cool water on his face. "I'm going to go get a bit of fresh air before breakfast," he says with an attempt at sounding confident and relaxed, and suppressing the unease he still feels from the dream that is playing over and over in his mind with vivid reality. His voice strikes his ears in a somewhat odd way... smoother, somehow. He almost fools himself into believing that everything really is fine.
He heads out to take a quick stroll around the parapet, hoping the breeze will somehow blow the disturbing images from his mind.
After a couple minutes, Big Teeth approaches the party. "Good morning. The governor is waiting for you in the dining hall, along with the Castellan and that strange monk. No offense meant," he adds, nodding to Skiaceq. Big Teeth leads the party to a room that the party hadn't seen before, a small banquet hall in the midst of the castle.
A large table set with a number of delicious foods sits in the middle of the room. On the opposite side of the room, the governor sits with Leosin and Escobert, the three of them leaning over a map. At the sound of the parties entrance, they look up. Seeing Skiaceq, Leosin hobbles over, walking with a bit of a limp despite his assurances he would be fine in the morning, and embraces Skiaceq. "It's good to see you, hatchling. I'm glad you are safe. I take it from last night's theatrics that you received my message from Lissandra and managed to secure the mask?" He looks expectantly at the gathered adventurers. "Oh, but first! Come! Eat! We must gather our energy and plan for what comes next. Your deception won't deter the Cult of the Dragon forever."
From across the room, the Governor chimes in, "At least it was enough to get them to leave Greenest in peace for now! The townsfolk are delighted to be able to return to their homes this morning. We should figure out how to make sure they can stay there."
"Absolutely," Leosin concurs. "Sit. Eat," he adds, gesturing to the empty seats at the table.
Valji greedily scoops out a huge serving of everything on the table and starts gulping it down. Where all of the food goes no one can be quite sure, but the little gnome eats as much as a half-orc after a day of combat training!
At least he has the common decency not to talk while he is shoveling food into his mouth (as that is a disgusting habit regardless of your race or upbringing...) He does, however, release a massive belch after he is done eating. "What?!!? It lets the cook know how much I appreciate the meal!"
"So now what? Are we going to hunt for more dragon masks?"
Skiaceq returns his father's embrace. In last night's chaos, it had not occurred to him that was the first time he'd hugged Leosin in nearly two decades. Now he takes the time to appreciate it before eagerly taking a seat next to his father and harvesting a pile of vegetables and ham. "We did. Lissandra saved our lives more than once."
At Valji's query, he pauses to think. Then to Leosin, "What does the cult need it for? A siege this large, they must be planning something big." His beak snaps the end off a carrot with a loud pop. "Do they need all of the masks, or just this one?"
Looking over the banquet table, Darvin finds himself craving meat to a significantly greater extent than normal. It could again be the stress of the previous day, but it's a bit unsettling. It takes some willpower not to load up his plate in an unseemly manner, but he does subtly scope out the rarest sausages available. He sits at breakfast eating and listening, speaking unusually little for him.
After a moment, Leosin releases Skiaceq from their embrace and makes his way back to the table. "I'm not yet sure what the Cult of the Dragon is seeking the masks for, but whatever it is cannot be good. They are artifacts of tremendous power. All that's known amongst the lower level members is that the wearers of these masks seem to have some sway over dragons... hence their little pet you may have seen flying around."
"That little pet, as you put it," Escobar interjects, practically spitting in anger, "killed a dozen of my men. Have some respect, knife ears."
Leosin pauses for a second, measuring his response, "Yes, well, be that as it may, we're going to have bigger problems than a single dragon soon enough. The one thing I did manage to uncover is that they've started a... for lack of a better word, a hatchery. While dragons rarely breed, the word amongst the minions is that one of the leaders the cult, the one wearing the red mask, has convinced the adults to start brooding. Dozens, if not hundreds of dragon eggs are waiting to hatch into an entire army under the control of the cultists. Numbers which I daresay can overwhelm all but the most powerfully defended cities."
"That's what we were discussing when you arrived. I've sent word to Waterdeep seeking assistance, but without any strong magic users or clerics in the city, what with Eadyan missing, I fear it will be too late. We must destroy these eggs before they hatch; you've seen the damage a single dragon can wreak..."
As the Governor's voice trails off, the party is reminded of the carnage they've seen. Of the destruction that haunts their dreams or destroyed their families.
Leosin looks pointedly toward Skiaceq. "Word is that a number of the eggs belong to that blasted Red that tore through your nest all those years ago, my chick."
He had begun to ask Darvin's opinion, but after hearing all of this, Skiaceq also becomes quiet. The memory Leosin speaks of is inaccessible to him--light and sound--but that fear and wrath was cemented by his kin. Greenest is lucky. Those hamlets along the way were devastated to the last soul. Leosin's prediction is no estimate. This would be the end of Faerun.
"Then that's where we strike first." Skiaceq is surprised to hear himself say it. He looks to Nighthall. "Have you sent someone to search the chapel for traces of Eadyan? If he's dead, his body will be found soon. It would be difficult to hide a body during a siege. If he's alive, he may come to you."
Governor NIghthill gestures to the map they had been hunched over when the party entered. "That's what we were discussing as you entered. Leosin here managed to find out where they've holed up, though word is they're planning on moving out soon, so we have to move quickly if we're going to have any hope of finding the egg clutch before they leave." Gesturing to the map, the adventurers see a location marked about twelve miles to the south of Greenest.
Escobert chimes in, "Before you leave, it might do you some good to check in with the local shops and make sure you're properly provisioned. Or just let me know if you need something."
"Meantime, I'm going to try and get ahead of them... see where they're heading," Leosin continues, "Perhaps find any more masks before they have a chance to get to them."
When Escobert says the words "properly provisioned", the memory of being led away by a half-dragon and a group of kobolds, with no armor or weapons flashes vividly in Darvin's mind, causing feelings of exposure and vulnerability flood his body.
"Yes, I... I think some provisions are in order. Thank you, Castellan."
OoC: I don't know if you want to RP out all the shopping, or just have it happen "off-camera"...
Valji finally laughs out loud as they clear the gates into the keep, the half-dragon and kobolds chasing after an illusion and all of his friends safe! "Oh, that was AWESOME!!! Did you see the looks on their faces when the fake-tiefling came running out?!? And the way you reacted - it really sold it. Let's get back up to the tower and make sure the guv-ner knows what really happened."
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Though the suspense made it feel like months to the adventurers, within minutes they managed to sneak back through the gate, the invading armies seemingly appeased for now. On the other side of the gate, the elderly nurse Gertrude stands attending to Leosin, Escobert the Red. The grizzled, fiery haired dwarf looks over at the party. "what sort of mess has this fool," he says, referring to the half-elf monk who has insulted his father's craftsmanship, "gotten us into? Do ya think that little distraction got rid of them for good?"
"One can only hope! We should be prepared for them to come back, anyways...maybe wait a couple of days to see if they're well and truly gone. Meanwhile...I'm hungry!" the gnome wizard pipes up.
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“I agree with Valji,” Skiaceq says as he briskly strides past, his locked across the courtyard. “They will come back when they don’t find the mask. Tell them we made off with it in the night.”
His pace quickens, driven by a sense of relief that begins to swell into joy as he approaches his father. By the time he gets there, tears are streaming down his face. He flings his arms around Leosin and weeps. “Father, I... I was...” Too many thoughts and feelings speed through him to find words for just one, and he surrenders as the fear flees at last from his body.
Skiaceq - Lvl3 | Aarakocra | Monk - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
"Give the man some space to breathe, young one!" Gertrude says, lightly slapping Skiaceq away for a moment before thinking better of it and returning to her ministrations.
Leosin stirs from a bit from the stupor he'd been knocked into by his captors, his gaze softening as he sees the hatchling he'd taken in on that fateful day. "Nothing a good night's sleep can't fix," he reassures the Aarakokra. "And I didn't return empty handed, as hopefully you haven't either. Though perhaps such things should not be spoken of so openly," he concludes, eyeing the bit of a crowd of townsfolk who had begun to gather around.
Darvin chokes up a little and breaks into a small smile -- one of the most sincere outward expressions of emotion he's shown in these last harrowing couple of days being thrust into the role of local protector -- as he watches Skiaceq reunited with his father. The vicarious joy lasts only a moment, however, before he remembers his own reason for being here. "Talis," he whispers quietly to himself, feeling suddenly short of breath for what feels like the thousandth time in this eternal day. His mind clouded by exhaustion, he thinks, "Tomorrow. We'll go after them tomorrow."
"A good night's sleep?" he says aloud to Leosin. "Those sound like the four most beautiful words in the common language right now, with no offense to my bardic brethren of a poetic bent."
"Darvin" | Changeling | Hexblade 1 / Swords Bard 6 | Descent Into Avernus (AC 19; PP 14; 52/52 HP)
Anton Chergoba | Human | Battlemaster 4 | Lost Mines of Phandelver (AC 20; PP 14; 36/36 HP)
Skiaceq dries his tears and stands tall before his father, who would stand a few inches taller were he not sitting. He feels proud to greet his father after a successful mission. “Indeed.” He starts to say more, but notices his father’s wariness and quickly shuts his beak. Valji’s ruse may not be apparent to those inside the keep.
”We may want to give the impression we are preparing to go in search of the artifact,” he says quietly, once he is certain no one is close enough to hear. “I think we should leave Greenest first thing in the morning.”
Skiaceq - Lvl3 | Aarakocra | Monk - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
"That might be for the best," Leosin concurs, looking as if he is about to continue before Gertrude interrupts.
"You cubs can discuss that in the morning. My patient needs his rest."
Escobar agrees, "Ya definitely need a good night's rest before anything. Take the same bunks from last night... I'll arrange for you to break fast with the Governor in the morning to discuss any plans."
Ushering you off to the bunks, the party settles in for the evening uneventfully.
Level up to Lv 3 after a long rest.
Valji
It seems the apocalyptic nature of your dreams are unchanged. Visions of dragons raining elemental death shake you to your core, but in your profound tiredness this evening, the only thing which stays with you is the same general sense of foreboding which has been your constant companion.
Darvin
Your dreams are accompanied by visions of yourself leading an army of young green dragons. You fly above them on the back of an ancient dragon. To your left and right are cloaked figures leading similar elemental armies from atop their dragons, faces cloaked by draconic masks similar to your own. Before you stands a city. Burning. Freezing. Sparking with deadly energy. Ant-like humanoids fleeing the carnage are felled by the cloud of poison your troops send their way.
Despite the carnage, you feel an exalted power as you look down upon your victims. Five snarling voices call out to you from the heavens, "Join me, and you shall have power the likes of which you have never imagined. Free me, and the world shall be ours."
Skiaceq, Gertrude keeps you from your father, insisting that you both need your rest. How well are you able to sleep under these circumstances?
Upon waking in the morning, you have a couple minutes before Escobar collects you for breakfast with the governor. How do you spend it?
Valji can be found in the morning poring over his spellbook. The dark circles under his eyes indicate he spent another sleepless night, although it is not readily apparent if his nightmares returned or if he was working out some new aspect of his wizarding power...perhaps both. It is surprising to find him with the dragon mask, though. No one can remember if he had it before or somehow procured it during the night. But he has several pages in his notebook covered in sketches and notes, and there appear to be several new spells in his spellbook!
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After a quick bath in the river, Skiaceq nestles into his usual perch atop the battlements. Whether his exhaustion is physical or emotional, he passes out almost immediately. It is the first restful night he’s had since arriving in Greenest.
His wife and two chicks greet him in dream. He is coming home, weary yet joyful. Huntress Kiwooth also regards him impatiently, his duties to the flock long neglected. She is strongest among them; why she insists on his aid is a mystery. There is a banquet in commemoration of the dragon’s defeat.
Skiaceq wakes feeling homesick and warm. His first thought is of Leosin. He glides down to meet with the others.
Skiaceq - Lvl3 | Aarakocra | Monk - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
Darvin wakes from his strange dream with his heart racing. In the first moments of not-quite-wakefulness, he catches the dim outline of Skiaceq and instinctively reaches for his sword, before his mind clears and he recognizes his companion. He takes a few deep breaths to try to flush the adrenaline from his system. Once he is feeling steady, he gets up and approaches his friends. "I wasn't, ah... did I talk in my sleep? Some odd dreams I had. Must be the stress of being taken prisoner."
He heads for a wash basin and splashes some cool water on his face. "I'm going to go get a bit of fresh air before breakfast," he says with an attempt at sounding confident and relaxed, and suppressing the unease he still feels from the dream that is playing over and over in his mind with vivid reality. His voice strikes his ears in a somewhat odd way... smoother, somehow. He almost fools himself into believing that everything really is fine.
He heads out to take a quick stroll around the parapet, hoping the breeze will somehow blow the disturbing images from his mind.
"Darvin" | Changeling | Hexblade 1 / Swords Bard 6 | Descent Into Avernus (AC 19; PP 14; 52/52 HP)
Anton Chergoba | Human | Battlemaster 4 | Lost Mines of Phandelver (AC 20; PP 14; 36/36 HP)
After a couple minutes, Big Teeth approaches the party. "Good morning. The governor is waiting for you in the dining hall, along with the Castellan and that strange monk. No offense meant," he adds, nodding to Skiaceq. Big Teeth leads the party to a room that the party hadn't seen before, a small banquet hall in the midst of the castle.
A large table set with a number of delicious foods sits in the middle of the room. On the opposite side of the room, the governor sits with Leosin and Escobert, the three of them leaning over a map. At the sound of the parties entrance, they look up. Seeing Skiaceq, Leosin hobbles over, walking with a bit of a limp despite his assurances he would be fine in the morning, and embraces Skiaceq. "It's good to see you, hatchling. I'm glad you are safe. I take it from last night's theatrics that you received my message from Lissandra and managed to secure the mask?" He looks expectantly at the gathered adventurers. "Oh, but first! Come! Eat! We must gather our energy and plan for what comes next. Your deception won't deter the Cult of the Dragon forever."
From across the room, the Governor chimes in, "At least it was enough to get them to leave Greenest in peace for now! The townsfolk are delighted to be able to return to their homes this morning. We should figure out how to make sure they can stay there."
"Absolutely," Leosin concurs. "Sit. Eat," he adds, gesturing to the empty seats at the table.
Valji greedily scoops out a huge serving of everything on the table and starts gulping it down. Where all of the food goes no one can be quite sure, but the little gnome eats as much as a half-orc after a day of combat training!
At least he has the common decency not to talk while he is shoveling food into his mouth (as that is a disgusting habit regardless of your race or upbringing...) He does, however, release a massive belch after he is done eating. "What?!!? It lets the cook know how much I appreciate the meal!"
"So now what? Are we going to hunt for more dragon masks?"
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Skiaceq returns his father's embrace. In last night's chaos, it had not occurred to him that was the first time he'd hugged Leosin in nearly two decades. Now he takes the time to appreciate it before eagerly taking a seat next to his father and harvesting a pile of vegetables and ham. "We did. Lissandra saved our lives more than once."
At Valji's query, he pauses to think. Then to Leosin, "What does the cult need it for? A siege this large, they must be planning something big." His beak snaps the end off a carrot with a loud pop. "Do they need all of the masks, or just this one?"
Skiaceq - Lvl3 | Aarakocra | Monk - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
Looking over the banquet table, Darvin finds himself craving meat to a significantly greater extent than normal. It could again be the stress of the previous day, but it's a bit unsettling. It takes some willpower not to load up his plate in an unseemly manner, but he does subtly scope out the rarest sausages available. He sits at breakfast eating and listening, speaking unusually little for him.
"Darvin" | Changeling | Hexblade 1 / Swords Bard 6 | Descent Into Avernus (AC 19; PP 14; 52/52 HP)
Anton Chergoba | Human | Battlemaster 4 | Lost Mines of Phandelver (AC 20; PP 14; 36/36 HP)
After a moment, Leosin releases Skiaceq from their embrace and makes his way back to the table. "I'm not yet sure what the Cult of the Dragon is seeking the masks for, but whatever it is cannot be good. They are artifacts of tremendous power. All that's known amongst the lower level members is that the wearers of these masks seem to have some sway over dragons... hence their little pet you may have seen flying around."
"That little pet, as you put it," Escobar interjects, practically spitting in anger, "killed a dozen of my men. Have some respect, knife ears."
Leosin pauses for a second, measuring his response, "Yes, well, be that as it may, we're going to have bigger problems than a single dragon soon enough. The one thing I did manage to uncover is that they've started a... for lack of a better word, a hatchery. While dragons rarely breed, the word amongst the minions is that one of the leaders the cult, the one wearing the red mask, has convinced the adults to start brooding. Dozens, if not hundreds of dragon eggs are waiting to hatch into an entire army under the control of the cultists. Numbers which I daresay can overwhelm all but the most powerfully defended cities."
"That's what we were discussing when you arrived. I've sent word to Waterdeep seeking assistance, but without any strong magic users or clerics in the city, what with Eadyan missing, I fear it will be too late. We must destroy these eggs before they hatch; you've seen the damage a single dragon can wreak..."
As the Governor's voice trails off, the party is reminded of the carnage they've seen. Of the destruction that haunts their dreams or destroyed their families.
Leosin looks pointedly toward Skiaceq. "Word is that a number of the eggs belong to that blasted Red that tore through your nest all those years ago, my chick."
He had begun to ask Darvin's opinion, but after hearing all of this, Skiaceq also becomes quiet. The memory Leosin speaks of is inaccessible to him--light and sound--but that fear and wrath was cemented by his kin. Greenest is lucky. Those hamlets along the way were devastated to the last soul. Leosin's prediction is no estimate. This would be the end of Faerun.
"Then that's where we strike first." Skiaceq is surprised to hear himself say it. He looks to Nighthall. "Have you sent someone to search the chapel for traces of Eadyan? If he's dead, his body will be found soon. It would be difficult to hide a body during a siege. If he's alive, he may come to you."
Skiaceq - Lvl3 | Aarakocra | Monk - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
"I guess we're going after the eggs before the masks, then. Any information on where we should start looking for this clutch? I'm no diviner..."
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Governor NIghthill gestures to the map they had been hunched over when the party entered. "That's what we were discussing as you entered. Leosin here managed to find out where they've holed up, though word is they're planning on moving out soon, so we have to move quickly if we're going to have any hope of finding the egg clutch before they leave." Gesturing to the map, the adventurers see a location marked about twelve miles to the south of Greenest.
Escobert chimes in, "Before you leave, it might do you some good to check in with the local shops and make sure you're properly provisioned. Or just let me know if you need something."
"Meantime, I'm going to try and get ahead of them... see where they're heading," Leosin continues, "Perhaps find any more masks before they have a chance to get to them."
When Escobert says the words "properly provisioned", the memory of being led away by a half-dragon and a group of kobolds, with no armor or weapons flashes vividly in Darvin's mind, causing feelings of exposure and vulnerability flood his body.
"Yes, I... I think some provisions are in order. Thank you, Castellan."
OoC: I don't know if you want to RP out all the shopping, or just have it happen "off-camera"...
"Darvin" | Changeling | Hexblade 1 / Swords Bard 6 | Descent Into Avernus (AC 19; PP 14; 52/52 HP)
Anton Chergoba | Human | Battlemaster 4 | Lost Mines of Phandelver (AC 20; PP 14; 36/36 HP)