Folzi pops up out of his 'hiding place'. "Not to mention that you've been cooped up in that damned camp too long. Finally feeling all your powers coming back to you. Must be jarring I'm sure." The rogue slides over to the cask of ale and grabs a mug full for himself. "A good excuse as any to have a drink I suppose."

    The gnome downs half his mug then pulls the cat figurine out of his pocket. "Anyone in need of something that will give you a little extra edge?"

(OOC: The Stone of Good Luck (Luckstone) is up for grabs)

Lyra will wait a moment to see if anyone else wants to claim the figure. "I guess we'll better take what ever type of advantage we can get our hands on." If noone does, she will accept the piece and carefully examine it. She places it on the palm of her hand, every now and then rotating it, and tracing the fien carvings with the tip of her pointing finger. "I've always been more of a cat person.." she mutters with a shy little smurk.

They celebration of freedom comes late to the party but is felt by all. Finally a sigh of relief. Niska waits however still rowing with Hrain towards the island ahead as the sun begins to set.

"Are we attempting to make it into this cove on the windward side or are we rowing around the point near the light house to get to tne harbor on the leeward side? We're loosing daylight and although this side looks settled I think we'd have more luck on the leeward at finding lodgings and transport," she adds her opinion before gesturing at the chart of the island. "There's rocks by the light house it says on the chart," she adds.

Nicknack mutters a soft "Thanks for that..." to Folzi before finding a place to rest again. Looking over the waters, he replies to Niska, "Avoiding the rocks sounds best - we're not exactly master navigators - or swimmers, if it comes to that."

Lyra looks up from the figurine for a second and nods. "Yeah, let's not push our luck now that we almost made it. I don't mind walking the last bit over to the light house, but it would surely suck to drown just a short hop from the the coast after coming here all this way."

Maunruing the boat with the aid of Pat, Lyra, and Hrian it finds safety in the rocky cove without incident. 

"We part here I think," Niska says as she helps the children unload the supplies and their meager weapons. "The Traveler says our friend is west," she then says surrounded by a semi-circle of children. "You must go east," she adds pointing along the sandy beach to the rocky outcropping where the lighthouse is perched. "The harbor is beyond," she adds handing over the chart and navigation equipment. "The boat is worth something too no," she adds curiously.

"May the Great Mother look after you and the children" Father Pat says once Niska and the children are unloaded. He then turns to party and gets ready to relaunch the boat saying "shall we continue?" 

    "So, your just heading off into the unknown? No particular destination?" Folzi says to Niska taking the charts from her. "Well, take care of yourself out there. I suppose your Traveler may bring us across your path another day."

"No to the fishermen there," Niska points and the party can see a plume of smoke just over the trees that dot the rocky coastline towards the west. "The Traveler will be with you always for giving aid to his faithful," she adds then gesturing to Folzi whom she gifted a coin. Good luck to you all," she adds before turning from the party flank by the kids walking west towards the treeline and the plume of smoke.

Nicknack watches them go, his face a strained mask of conflicting emotions. "Well, that's that then. What do you think the harbor will be like? Will we need to hide our talents there, Hrain?"

Hrain and Pat roll history with advantage for this particular port thanks to religious order training.

Father Pat's history check (20)

Hrain's history check 20 

[OOC: looks like there is a strong likelihood that Father Pat and Hrain know stuff - the question really is "how useful is that knowledge?"] 

    Folzi gives the aasimar and her kids a wave as they head towards the cabin. With a bit of a sniffle, "I'm going to miss that lot..." He let's the statement linger for a moment. "Haha! Yeah, right" 

     He walks over to Nicknack, "I don't know about you but I'm ready to get back to the mainland. Not sure how much more boating I can handle... Speaking of, I guess we're going to need to find a way to get ourselves a ride." He continues to peel layers of clothes away as he adjusts to the warmer weather. 

Pat and Hrain know the island is a transition port from the harbor if Caorthann beyond it to the Waste behind it. The island has temples to the Four as well as a garrison. They will need to report if they choose to remain with the SoT. They know the casters will be brought into custody in which ever garrison they choose to go and declare themselves.

Father Pat looks over Hrain and says "I'm not sure we should go anywhere near this place! What do you think?" He then turns to the three casters and says "if we go anywhere near this place, chances are you lot get locked up again! And I don't think you want that? He finishes with a grin "mind you the food could be better than Nicknack's cooking"

"Well, if you believe you can arrange this with your conscience, I am sure you can visit some garison to report what's happened to the camp, maybe even get some information for ourselves, and all of that without mentioning us...? I didn't feel like your goddesses want us in chains again, so they wont resent you for forgetting about our roles during the escape. They might not even question you about the 'inhabitants of the camp' or whether you managed to bring someone along. And even if they do, there's been plenty of mishap on the way here to explain our absence." By this point it is also Lyras face indicating that she's not exactly fond of being cuffed again. "It would be convenient to find out what happened elsewhere though. If you feel like numbers would let your story appear more authentic I can come along too, I highly doubt that my name or my face has been spread up until here...but I am not sure whether we can sneak in our little folk without drawing attention." She adds with a little giggle, while her eyes remain concerned.

OOC: It is still the case that any races other than human are not normally seen in the populated areas, right?

"Stop. Stop right now. Before we go any further, we need to get one thing sorted out for good and all!"

Nicknack kicks up little puffs of sand as he stomps forward, eyes flashing as he looks at each of the companions in turn.

Finally, his gaze falls on Father Pat.

"YOU DON'T LIKE MY COOKING?" he bellows! He tries to keep his face firm and angry, but the surprised look on the old paladin's face is just too much to handle, and he begins to giggle. "Hahaha! Oh your face... I'm just ki-ki-kidding..." he stammers out between gales of laughter.

Hopefully having lightened the mood a touch, the little wizard continues -- after wiping tears of laughter from his face and hiccuping a few times as the giggles struggle to return.

"O-o-okay..." he takes a deep breath, then starts again. "Nobody make eye contact with me - it'll just send me off cackling again. Now look - we need to decide what in the world it is that we are doing. Are we just trying to get everyone home? Are we going to bust out more prisoners from other camps? We're far enough off the beaten path now that we can pause for a moment and talk about it."

Father Pat laughs at Nicknack’s antics and says “I suspect mine’s worse.” He thinks for a minute and says “you know, and I can’t speak for the other goddesses but I’m not sure that the Great Mother Goddess teachings as I reckon there meant to be interpreted actually condones these camps, so perhaps Nicknack is right, we do have an obligation to find out what is going on in them and why they were established in the first place.”