"Uh It's Lledrith," the halfling corrects Folzi then sighs composing herself straightening her wrinkled robes, "Carrigan Lledrith," she adds her full name curtly. "I saw the commotion outside and came here for safety as I have done before," she explains. "As for you master Tarkleby," she says wryly to the gnome, "you're too old to be listening to gossip," she adds her accent has a slight lilt to it. (Think Northern Irish) "As for you," she says looking to Halberd and his weapon pointed aggressively at her, "lower your weapon or my mistress will hear of this," she exclaims putting her hands on her hips now as her chin turns up looking at Hrian now with a set jaw. "I am unarmed and have harmed no one," the halfling exclaims! "Disobedience? Who's? Not mine! I'm not going around telling lies about people," she exclaims now her expression hard at Folzi.

Leb you've never seen this halfling before and have never heard anything about blood experiments that Folzi is talking about!

Halbred the halfling's eyes are clear and a vibrant reptilian yellow.

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Thomas rubs his eyes and shakes his head while mumbling a quick prayer to Mystra for strength and Guidance.

 OOC: Guidance for what? It lasts a minute remember! tick-tock!

OOC: Mostly RP. But if Thomas can try to get a read on the Halfling, it might help.

 Edit: … … I hate exhaustion... …

Thomas, she's telling the truth.

The young sellsword keeps his weapon exactly where it is held, and if anything his aggressive expression grows a shade darker and a low growl, feral and menacing, builds in the base of his throat. He does however glance out of the corner of his eye at Hrain for further orders.

"Now now we should calm down" says the elf after a few moments looking to the others "No harm done here and we`ve found your missing sorcerer." she turns to the halfling "lets go back with the rest of the survivors so we all can rest and think in our next movement, ok?"

Hrain does not order Halberd to lower his weapon and instead steps towards the halfling, imposing in his plate armour. 

"Lledrith, you can lose the tone, you are fully aware that you have no permission to be here, unless you are accompanying Astrid, as far as I see it she has not returned from Sul-Na-Mara and therefore you are trespassing.  The day has been fraught and I understand you may have been afraid but why not present yourself to the soldiers stationed here? How did you even gain access to the building? And what do you think you are doing conducting experiments in secret in my tower?!"

By the end of his questioning the Captain's voice has risen in volume considerably.  He then stares at the halfing waiting for her response.

Insight check on the halfling's answers and general demeanor. 6

OOC: Come on!!

      Folzi relaxes and comes out of his hiding place behind Hrain, snickering to himself. "Nah, you're right. I don't believe any of that nonsense. Just trying to have a bit of fun." The gnome begins to stroll around the laboratory. "So, Carrigan... What have you been working on up here?"

Lebenha takes a few steps back after the captain outburst

"Well... maybe a little bit of tresspassing has been done here... maybe she is following Astrid orders? " she speaks lower as she takes out of the middle " Why do I bother?" she says finally just to herself and keeping an eye on both the halfling and the captain hoping that the proud sorcerer behaves. 

"That...what the elf said," Carrigan exclaims. "My lady sends me messages. I sent her one too about..the siege. She said coome here. She also left me...a key," she explains holding up a key on a chain around her neck that looks an awful lot like yours Hrain. "I've continued making potions for the garrison," she adds sounding wounded by Hrain's gruff words answering the Captain and Folzi's questions. "I may not be amongst your faithful sir but I am faithful to our Lady," she adds grasping the key as well as the Sune amulet around her neck.

Hrain, she's telling the truth.

"Well, all-clear then." Lyra makes her way into the room through the people blocking the way, shepherds and casters alike. She stops in front of Carrigan and extends a hand to her. "Nice to meet you. My name is Lyra. Would you mind telling me more about those potions? I have never seen someone craft a thing like that, how does that work?" Something in one of the shelfs next to her then attracts her attention, and she hesitates for a second. "Now that you mentioned the "siege", do you know what is going on outside? I unfortunately didnt manage to step a foot outside the garrison for while. But if we're really getting sieged, your Lady would surely want that we use every thing we can to our defenses, right?" Lyra then carefully takes out a purple object that seems to be a crystall. Awaiting punitive looks, she turns around and adresses Hrain in advance. "Captain, i have worked with these before. You have accorded a dagger to Folzi already, so may i take this up? I can assure you that with Carrigans occurence our issue from earlier is solved, and since you and your colleges are finally able to get some well-deserved rest now, i would feel much better having something to defend myself too, especially since these," and she nods at the manacles," are still intact and running."

Insight to see if she is really brewing potions "for the garrison": 11

"Delighted," Carrigan says warmly Lyra. "These are complex potions young one! They've taken all my forty-three years to master and I am still learning," she adds crinkling her nose smiling brightly obviously proud of her craft. "Simple healing draughts and a few that regrow missing limbs," she adds making a face gesturing at bookshelves of bottles. "They take some time to settle but I think some are ready," she added. "Those over there," she then says pointing to the green bubbling liquid, "will burn like dragon's fire and can not be put out with water," she adds grinning. "I...I came up with those," she adds proudly moving towards the green liquid burping onto the stone top table. "Oddly they only burn organic things," she says plucking a leaf off a nearby potted plant and tosses into the puddle on the table and it flares into flames then burns out quickly! "The living, for example, will ignite but not the dead or say this table here or the glass in which I mix it," she adds as if she's unsure of the reason herself! "As for the siege I was in my tent when the wizard's tent burned and was told by a Shepherd of Sune that my mistress Astrid wanted me in the tower," she adds nodding firmly. "I've never seen this man before but he wore golden armor and our Lady's symbol. Who am I to argue?!" She then adds looking to Hrian. "Once here I sent Astrid a message but only received the reply: Stay inside the tower," she finishes with a shrug of her petite shoulders. "Since they raised the wards I have not sent nor have I received another message," she explains. "Yes, are we to have our manacles removed," she then asks Hrian.

     As Carrigan continues to explain herself and display her experiments to the group, Folzi begins to lose interest. He moves towards the door and leans against the frame. He continues his business of picking at his nails with the dagger. 

"This man who bid you come to the tower was unknown to you, I would have thought all the servants of Sune in this camp would have been familiar to you at least by sight. Doesn't that seem a little bit strange to you?"

Turning to the others he continues. 

"Carrigan, you may accompany us, we are going to see Bhalla".

A small smile plays out over his young face

"Unless any of you would like to go back to the guest rooms..."

He begins to move, beckoning to the halfling to follow. 

"Well, tell me of this man." 

Thomas moves to block Lebenha before she leaves the room, but allows the others to pass.

"Stealing a book is not likely to win you any sympathy from the other Shepherds here."

Thomas speaks softly yet sternly, and reaches out a hand.

"I want to help you. Not only for your sake, but for the sake of all the lives sheltering here. Please. Hand me the book, and I will hold it for you until after we have worked out the manacles issue, alright?"

Thomas does not grab for the book, merely waiting with his hand open to receive it.

Haldur slowly relaxed his stance and lowered his weapon as the young Captain took control of the situation with the halfling alchemist. The mercenary still wore a wary expression across his face however, and he glanced up and down the corridor in a vague reflexive manner that bespoke of his nervous tension. Giving one last hard look to Lledrith, and another stern glare at Folzi, the sellsword stepped back into his position behind Thomas in case the cleric of Mystra needed his support in any way.

Quite surprised not to have her request refues, Lyra lets the crystal disappear within the robe. As the others begin to head out of the room, she once again adresses the halfling. "That potion you have invented yourself sounds quite extrodinary. Would you maybee allow me to take a flask of it? If it truly works the way you describe it, i might be able to do something about this siege we're under with it." , she says with the most innocent of faces she is able to put on.

    "Yeah, leaving the stealing to someone else," the gnome replies with a mischievous grin from near the door, again. 

"Captain I will accompany you but as for the man. Like I have said he was a stranger to me. Yes, I certainly do know most of the Shepherds here who worship our Lady but they come and they go so much more frequently than the others," she pauses coyly, "one with purpose can't keep track as busy as I am," she adds curtly. "As for the potions my dear," Carrigan begins anew turning to Lyra who she sees slip the crystal in her robes but says nothing, "you have to ask the Captain here if you can be trusted with such a powerful weapon meant for Sunites to wield," she adds with a nod. "As for you sir...." she adds sharply looking at Thomas holding his hand out to Lebenha, "I believe this matter would be best decided by our Captain, not some Mystrian librarian," she adds curtly walking from the lab into the hallway to find Halbred looking warily about. "Stay behind me eh big guy," she says with a smirk, "I'll protect you," she adds with a grin and a twinkle in her yellow eyes moving ahead towards the stairwell that leads below making the assumption the Sister would be attending the wounded in the infirmary her old but well-kept white robes lined with faded gold trim rippling in her wake over the stone floor.

OOC: Perhaps I was not clear enough, but by "allows others to pass", I meant that Thomas says this after everyone else has left the room. Apologies for the confusion.