Samir moves forward to the hunk of flesh. The wind shifts a bit and he gets a big wiff of the smell. He doesn't get much closer to the hunk to see anything notable. (Investigation Check = 8+2=10). 

(Rolling constitution to try and not vomit from the bad smell = 1+2 =3)

Samir steps back, holding his hand over his nose and mouth, trying not to hurl his stomach up. He quickly finds a place away and lets loose, vomiting on the sand. "Hurrrgurrlrurrucurh!!!!"

Salty

***OoC: nature check 7***

Salty

Salty watches Samir turn an odd shade of green and dash towards the sand.  He shakes his head softly with a chuckle.  This thing has nothing on a barrel of fish gone bad.  He looks to Krakan and Lucan, "Ain't ne'r seen'd a worm o' purple, can't be fer say'n what's what."  

Lucan

Lucan says privately to just the team, "The lady is holding something back.  Likely not telling the whole story.  It does sound a bit fantastic."

Lucan does some investigating while he's right there.

Lucan Investigation!  14

Lucan takes a look around casually. 

Krakan walks up and looks at the “evidence” of the purple worm, examining it, looking for evidence, wounds, manner of death.  “Hmmm, is this really what happened, or something else?  Something seems strange…”  

Nature :  15

Salty

Moving closer to the hunk of purple flesh, Salty gives it a closer look.  He may not know where it came from, but he could still examine it for more clues.

***OoC: investigation 15 - if you need to use this action for the following round, no problem.  Just trying to get us some info in a run of almost good enough rolls to know something***

With 15s 

Krakan knows the hunk of flesh came from a worm of some kind. 

Salty looks over the wounds on the hunk of flesh and vaguely thinks the wound does not make sense for a human hunter. 

Salty

Salty looks at the wounds with a puzzled expression.   "Beggin' yer patdonin', which o' yer blades was fer doin' the cuttin'?  Reckon is good fer knowin' should we see one on yon road."

***OoC: insight on her reply: 20   ***

Lucan

Lucan hangs close to the group.  Looking around and helping where he can.

"This is all fascinating stuff.  Some sort of meat. I wonder if it's even good to eat cooked." 

Lucan paces around the are keeping alert, very calm and casually.

After hurling out his inside, Samir is tired and finds a nice spot to sit down and rest.

The female hunter looks turns to Salty "I used my spear to fell the worm and then my axe to hack off the chunk of flesh"

To Salty - She is speaking in half truths. Using the spear to kill the worm is a lie. Though using the axe seems true.

Krakan nods as he listens, something... but he can't quite put his finger on it.  "You must be... a mighty warrior then!  Tell us, anything else you faced out there?  Or any other signs of an oasis near here, a farm perhaps, a spice farm?"  Krakan tries to remember what he was told, directions, figuring their location and where there should be headed.  

Salty 

Raising an eyebrow,  Salty glanced to his companions.  He hoped his quizzical (not that Salty knows that word) look conveyed his skepticism.

Moving in just a bit closer to the woman, Salty says in a low voice, "I'm fer knowin' da cut o' many cuttin' sticks.  Yer worm ain't got kill't by what yer claim'n.  What er ye about?"

Salty stops short of calling her out in the public forum, but he holds her eyes in a manner more curious than threatening.

***OoC: persuasion  9 (if needed)***

Lucan,

He whispers to the other with his mouth away from the other two, "I just don't know folks. I mean, does it really matter?  Who will we get more out of when we side with them ey?  That's all I'm saying.  Maybe better yet.  Who would help us the best way?"

"We need more water before we continue.  But not at such prices.  Which way from here?  Anyone know?"  Krakan assesses the situation and next steps from here.  

(Apologies for the delay work has been crazy)

From the directions the party needs to travel 3 more days to the Northeast to reach the farm.

To Krakan the woman hunter says, "I get my water from the water merchant as for the dangers out in the desert let's speak later privately"

She makes sure she is not overheard as she whispers to Salty "Help me win and I can help you with information. Deal?"

Salty

Salty takes in a full measure of the woman.  He tries to determine if she is capable of anything other then stretched truth and self-serving schemes.

***OoC: insight: 5***

Samir slowly meanders over to the group, clearly still recovering from the smell-induced vomiting. 

"My sincere apologies. What have I missed?" 

He looks like he is still barely holding it together. 

Lucan

"Samir, I hope you get to feeling better soon."

Lucan says softly, "I think we are trying to get a plan on where we are going and what provisions we need.  I'd also recommend some information pertaining to what is along that route, water sources, known beast concerns, safe havens to stop and rest from the heat.  Problem is we are telling someone where we are going."

Krakan gives the woman a subtle nod when she suggests speaking later.  He turns as Salty speaks to her, watching the other goings on and crossing his arms in a position like he is standing guard.  He watches who talks to whom, watching for any strange dealings or the undercurrent of this little gathering of traders, trying to discern their next stop.