As Vardok points out the elf, she takes a quick inhale of a breath through her teeth. Elves. Oh great, just what they needed on their pilgrimage to see Ispin off properly. She figured there would be several when they got there, but to travel with them? And Vardok going off like a love struck teenager.. she shakes her head.
At least he doesn't accept the invitation to join them on their cart, that was something. As Levna asks if one of them was good at hunting, she doesn't even hesitate, "I'm on it."and she bounds out of the cart, the opposite side of where Kaelthor was walking and heads off into the forest to find some food.
Cassian gives a smile, relieved to see that Liwen is now in better spirits. This Kaelthor fellow seems a bit strange, but his mention of the horse's work makes some sense at least. All of his armor and equipment is doing the civilian creature no favors, certainly. He hops off of the cart to walk as well, moving just close enough to speak to the elf - which is a bit farther than most people, considering the paladin's usual volume.
"Any friend of Ispen is a friend of mine," he remarks earnestly before turning his attention to keeping watch as well.
Vardok hops down, following Vexi. "Me too! I'm used to hunting for dinner... maybe not for so many people, but with Vexi here, we've got this." He starts loading a stone in his hoopak, then follows Vexi with haste, trying to be as quiet as he can. Before he leaves the area of the wagon and the assembled crew, he looks back at the elf and says "Pleasedtameetcha, Kaelthor! I have more questions for you later!" Then he starts hustling, moving after Vexi, trying to follow in her footsteps. Under his breath he says "I saw the way you were lookin at im. I don't know what problem you have with elves, they are very interesting! You're just sore cause I'm gonna come back to the group with the biggest rabbit, you'll see.."
Stealth : 18
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A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Kaelthor’s gaze followed the two small figures as they darted into the treeline, their chatter fading into the undergrowth. He let out a breath through his nose, as though setting aside the noise they left behind, and murmured just loud enough for himself and, perhaps, Cassian: "Circle guard the wild, even from friends.”
When Cassian drew nearer, Kaelthor turned his head slightly, moss-green eyes narrowing. His brows lifted a fraction. “Brave,” he said, the word clipped but not unkind. A pause, then, “And innocent. Both. The more so the longer Ispin had walked.”
His attention drifted back to the road’s edge, staff tapping once against the dirt before resuming its quiet rhythm.
You soon find a used camping ground, a stone fire ring built for ease of use, a small spring nearby. Levna looked at the sun, an hour before twilight this is the best we can find en route.
Berthan go down from his wagon and led Sprite over to the grass. He took off her tack and placed it gently into the wagon.
Taking a cooking pot out he proceeded to chop root vegetables into it and added a few handfuls of red lentils.
Levna took oats from her saddlebag and poured a generous feed of oats for both Sprite and Pepito.
Kaelthor stepped forward as Berthan worked the knife, the faint rustle of his cloak betraying his movement. From his belt he drew a small pouch of rough leather and pressed it into the farmer’s hand. “Ten berries,” he said, tone flat but carrying weight. “They’ll sweeten your pot, and feed ten bellies besides. Put them in the stew." (Goodberry)
Without waiting for thanks, he moved to the horses. His hands worked with quiet familiarity, loosening straps, checking hooves, smoothing sweat from flanks with a clean rag. As he worked, he knelt briefly, staff across his knees, and began the slow cadence of a ritual. His voice was low, no louder than the spring nearby, words curling like roots through soil. (ritual cast Speak with Animals)
When the spell was complete, he laid a hand on Sprite’s shoulder, then Pepito’s, meeting their eyes in turn. His words were simple, pared down to meaning beasts could hold: “You pulled well today. How do you fare? What do you want for your work?”
He listened in silence, head bowed slightly as though catching something faint on the wind. Afterward, he straightened, turned back to Berthan and Levna, and recounted their replies.
(OOC: in an earlier post Kaelthor was trying to divine the weather —with Druidcraft, which I should have mentioned— and I think you may have missed that.)
Kaelthor’s fingers brushed the whorled grain of his staff, lips moving in a breath no louder than the wind through grass. A faint coil of green shimmered across his knuckles, gone almost before it was seen. He let it fade into the air, calling the smallest sign—What weather waits on the next turn of the sun? Then, in brief words, he reports his insight.
The paladin listens to Kaelthor curiously, expression shifting with recognition at the mention of a Circle. A...druid, then? He has never met one personally before, though he heard about all sorts through Ispen's letters. It certainly makes sense considering how well the elf had blended into the scenery. His father would surely assume the man some sort of evil shaman, not to be associated with let alone trusted. But...well, he had already accepted him as a friend, hadn't he? His word was his bond.
"If I could do that, at least I would know why Shadow abandoned me," he mumbles to himself as he watches the elf conversate with the horses. Shaking his head with a chuckle, he turns his attention to making himself useful as well by helping to start a campfire worthy of cooking whatever impressive beast the Kender return with. Even he knows this much about surviving in the wild from basic training.
Kaelthor listened, palm resting a moment longer on each muzzle before withdrawing. He straightened and turned to Berthan and Levna, his voice even as ever. “Sprite asks little—warm stable, mash, an apple if you’ve one to spare. Pepito hungers for more: pasture, mares, fresh straw. Both want care well given.”
He glanced at the treeline, the undergrowth darkening as the sun fell lower. “I’ll see if the wood yields apples, carrots, or anything sweet for them. Better they have such than gnaw dry oats alone.” With that, he shifted his staff to hand, already stepping toward the edge of the clearing, eyes narrowing to read what the land might offer. (Survival 24)
The woods were thick and ominous unless like kaelthor you felt brotherhood with them. He followed a squirrel and found a nut tree, gathering a handful to roast. On the same deer trail he found a crabapple bush thick with ripe fruit.
Liwen did not hear any mention of a Circle as he was busy with the songs of old but Seeing Kaelthor speaking with the horses leaves him quite surprised and he hops off of the wagon to make a bee line towards Kaelthor "I know magic when I see it, but I don't see the robes associated with the Wizards of High Sorcery. Where did you learn your magic and by any chance..." Liwen with curiosity gleaming in his eyes leans closer and whispers "are you a Renegade Wizard?"
The gnome chatted away with Artock as the steam powered wagon rolled on. He would spend the ride catching up on news and events from Nevermind, getting news of acquaintances and relatives. It had been a long time since the tinker was 'home'. He may have related is own tale to the inventor, his travels by water and craft. Perhaps he even shared his own maps, though little good would they do Artock; Salty's maps dealt mostly with coastline and waterway.
Maybe the gnome picked up on Kaelthor's concerns for the horses. If he did, he wondered what the elf thought of the horseless wagon the gnomes rode on. Would he have a disagreement about bending wood and steal to ones will as well? What about the use of the world's minerals and stone to power such? Does a sculpture bend the stone or does he release that which is inside? He would ponder such but hold vocalization for now. He felt these were questions best asked after friendly terms were established. It was the kind of questions he could argue and discuss with Ispin, who always had a winning take.
He himself saw nothing wrong with the use of animals, while he also could appreciate the man's position in advocating for those without a voice. Another trait Ispin showcased well, seeing the problem from everyone's point of view (empathy). His friend was always on the right side of things. If one didn't know what side to take, they could tell which was right by where Ispin was on the matter. Now though, Salty (and the others) would have to find a new compass to guide their actions.
As the group reaches the campsite, he helps out where he can. "Berthan, let me help you fetch the water for the meal." Artock,doesthewagonboilerneedwaternoworinthemorning?"
Kaelthor’s eyes fixed on Liwen as the question was whispered, his expression hardening to stone. “No wizard. No robes. No moons.” His voice was quiet, but there was weight in it, a warning carried beneath each word. “The land answers. Not your Towers. Best you speak no more of ‘renegade’ on the road. Ears twist words into ropes.”
He let the silence hang a beat longer, then turned without further explanation and entered the woods.
From the shadow of the woods he returned, a small bundle of nuts tied in his cloak for roasting, and an armful of crabapples cradled against his chest for the waiting horses.
She harumphs at Vardok's words about the elf and hurries herself up to get some space from her friend. She hunted better alone anyways. She wasn't being as quiet as she normally is and it was also attributing to her bad mood. But she thought about Sprite again and wondered if that knight would be true to her word and let her ride the beautiful beast.
Once finished she looks around for Vardek as she doesn't want to leave him in the woods on his own. After she find him, she shows off the three rabbits she was able to hunt down. She grins, happy with it and the thought of the elf has left her thoughts as she trots back to the group at the camp.
Hotwaterforwashingnowtheninthemorningwefilltheboilerupagain, Artok filled a jug with hot water and offered it around so everyone could at least wash their hands.
She filled her water skin and Berthans water barrel from the stream. She then set up a spit, which she hoped they'd use for at least a taste of meat. She wondered what the Kender would bring back.
Cassian can you help me arrange the bedrolls? I'll take first watch tonight, then wake you, do you think any of the others could pull a shift, or shall we let them sleep?
He snagged his bedroll and laid it under the wagon. He pulled out the tarpaulin from underneath and spread it over his goods, just in case of rain. He took out a thick red blanket and walked over to Sprite who was busy eating. Here girl, you have this carrot, it's very good, give you nightvision maybe, he chuckles. Then he stood on tip toe and threw the blanket over her fastening it with a simple knot underneath. To keep the heat in on a cold autumn night.
He returned to the stew pot and reached into a pocket, his soupstone was gone! Hey all of you, have you seen a stone yeay big with a piece of cord through it? I seem to have misplaced it. He holds two fingers apart to show the size. Useful piece of magic add taste to soups and stews. I'll just have to use salt and pepper.
The paladin nods at Levna's question dutifully, moving to help with the bedrolls. "I will take care of it. The others deserve their rest." None of them are soldiers, after all, so he would hate to ask that of them when there are two capable knights around.
Kaelthor looked up from where he was sorting the gathered crabapples near the horses, his voice carrying across the firelight without preamble. “I rest from dusk till midnight. No longer.”
He left it there—neither offer nor refusal—before turning his attention back to the small pile of fruit, rolling one toward Sprite’s waiting muzzle.
"I can take a watch!" she shouts over to Levna as she overhears the knight ask the question as she comes into camp with her kill. As she gets next to the fire, she plops down the carcasses of the three rabbits and pulls out her dagger. She quickly gets to work skinning the creatures before sticking them on a spit.
She takes a quick glance around and smiles. What an efficient group of people Ispin had gathered in his lifetime. She found that even though she was going to miss her friend's visits, she is looking forward to the large gathering and what stories will be told.
Vexi
As Vardok points out the elf, she takes a quick inhale of a breath through her teeth. Elves. Oh great, just what they needed on their pilgrimage to see Ispin off properly. She figured there would be several when they got there, but to travel with them? And Vardok going off like a love struck teenager.. she shakes her head.
At least he doesn't accept the invitation to join them on their cart, that was something. As Levna asks if one of them was good at hunting, she doesn't even hesitate, "I'm on it." and she bounds out of the cart, the opposite side of where Kaelthor was walking and heads off into the forest to find some food.
Stealth 14
Cassian
Cassian gives a smile, relieved to see that Liwen is now in better spirits. This Kaelthor fellow seems a bit strange, but his mention of the horse's work makes some sense at least. All of his armor and equipment is doing the civilian creature no favors, certainly. He hops off of the cart to walk as well, moving just close enough to speak to the elf - which is a bit farther than most people, considering the paladin's usual volume.
"Any friend of Ispen is a friend of mine," he remarks earnestly before turning his attention to keeping watch as well.
| Joy - Hexblood Open Sea Paladin - Netherdeep | Kaelen - Shadar-kai Gloom Stalker Ranger - Old Keep | Lira - Half-elf Thief Rogue/Druid - Allansia | Arkon - Goliath Champion Fighter - Hardcore DiA | Teryn - High Elf Archfey Warlock - Runewarren | Zoveldra - Kalashtar Open Hand Monk - Eberron | Mavilius - Tiefling Eloquence Bard - Golden Vault | Vannithos - Shadar-kai Astral Self Monk - Von Nichts | Cassian - Human Paladin - Dragonlance | Yua - Human Wizard - Carrion Crown |
Vardok
Vardok hops down, following Vexi. "Me too! I'm used to hunting for dinner... maybe not for so many people, but with Vexi here, we've got this." He starts loading a stone in his hoopak, then follows Vexi with haste, trying to be as quiet as he can. Before he leaves the area of the wagon and the assembled crew, he looks back at the elf and says "Pleasedtameetcha, Kaelthor! I have more questions for you later!" Then he starts hustling, moving after Vexi, trying to follow in her footsteps. Under his breath he says "I saw the way you were lookin at im. I don't know what problem you have with elves, they are very interesting! You're just sore cause I'm gonna come back to the group with the biggest rabbit, you'll see.."
Stealth : 18
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Kaelthor
Kaelthor’s gaze followed the two small figures as they darted into the treeline, their chatter fading into the undergrowth. He let out a breath through his nose, as though setting aside the noise they left behind, and murmured just loud enough for himself and, perhaps, Cassian: "Circle guard the wild, even from friends.”
When Cassian drew nearer, Kaelthor turned his head slightly, moss-green eyes narrowing. His brows lifted a fraction.
“Brave,” he said, the word clipped but not unkind. A pause, then, “And innocent. Both. The more so the longer Ispin had walked.”
His attention drifted back to the road’s edge, staff tapping once against the dirt before resuming its quiet rhythm.
|| Oriace - Halfling Bard - Dragon Heist || Valerian - Elf Rogue - Wildnis || Rowan - Halfling Giant - Runewarren || Khazela - Spiritfarer Dervish - Yawning Portal || Arista - Frost Sorcerer - Old Keep || Marasatra - Blood Mage - Avernus || Lan Shi - Liquid Swords || Syed - Drakkenheim || Kaelthor - Dragonlance ||
DM
You soon find a used camping ground, a stone fire ring built for ease of use, a small spring nearby. Levna looked at the sun, an hour before twilight this is the best we can find en route.
Berthan go down from his wagon and led Sprite over to the grass. He took off her tack and placed it gently into the wagon.
Taking a cooking pot out he proceeded to chop root vegetables into it and added a few handfuls of red lentils.
Levna took oats from her saddlebag and poured a generous feed of oats for both Sprite and Pepito.
Kaelthor
Kaelthor stepped forward as Berthan worked the knife, the faint rustle of his cloak betraying his movement. From his belt he drew a small pouch of rough leather and pressed it into the farmer’s hand. “Ten berries,” he said, tone flat but carrying weight. “They’ll sweeten your pot, and feed ten bellies besides. Put them in the stew." (Goodberry)
Without waiting for thanks, he moved to the horses. His hands worked with quiet familiarity, loosening straps, checking hooves, smoothing sweat from flanks with a clean rag. As he worked, he knelt briefly, staff across his knees, and began the slow cadence of a ritual. His voice was low, no louder than the spring nearby, words curling like roots through soil. (ritual cast Speak with Animals)
When the spell was complete, he laid a hand on Sprite’s shoulder, then Pepito’s, meeting their eyes in turn. His words were simple, pared down to meaning beasts could hold: “You pulled well today. How do you fare? What do you want for your work?”
He listened in silence, head bowed slightly as though catching something faint on the wind. Afterward, he straightened, turned back to Berthan and Levna, and recounted their replies.
(OOC: in an earlier post Kaelthor was trying to divine the weather —with Druidcraft, which I should have mentioned— and I think you may have missed that.)
|| Oriace - Halfling Bard - Dragon Heist || Valerian - Elf Rogue - Wildnis || Rowan - Halfling Giant - Runewarren || Khazela - Spiritfarer Dervish - Yawning Portal || Arista - Frost Sorcerer - Old Keep || Marasatra - Blood Mage - Avernus || Lan Shi - Liquid Swords || Syed - Drakkenheim || Kaelthor - Dragonlance ||
Cassian
The paladin listens to Kaelthor curiously, expression shifting with recognition at the mention of a Circle. A...druid, then? He has never met one personally before, though he heard about all sorts through Ispen's letters. It certainly makes sense considering how well the elf had blended into the scenery. His father would surely assume the man some sort of evil shaman, not to be associated with let alone trusted. But...well, he had already accepted him as a friend, hadn't he? His word was his bond.
"If I could do that, at least I would know why Shadow abandoned me," he mumbles to himself as he watches the elf conversate with the horses. Shaking his head with a chuckle, he turns his attention to making himself useful as well by helping to start a campfire worthy of cooking whatever impressive beast the Kender return with. Even he knows this much about surviving in the wild from basic training.
Survival: 20
| Joy - Hexblood Open Sea Paladin - Netherdeep | Kaelen - Shadar-kai Gloom Stalker Ranger - Old Keep | Lira - Half-elf Thief Rogue/Druid - Allansia | Arkon - Goliath Champion Fighter - Hardcore DiA | Teryn - High Elf Archfey Warlock - Runewarren | Zoveldra - Kalashtar Open Hand Monk - Eberron | Mavilius - Tiefling Eloquence Bard - Golden Vault | Vannithos - Shadar-kai Astral Self Monk - Von Nichts | Cassian - Human Paladin - Dragonlance | Yua - Human Wizard - Carrion Crown |
DM
Kaelthor frowns slightly then a warm wind passed his face, the morrow would be like today warm day and cool night, typical autumn weather.
Sprite nuzzles his hands, a warm stable and rubdown with a hot mash dinner, perhaps an apple.
Pepito snorts, and tosses his head, a large green meadow and some willing mares, fresh straw to roll in and a warm mash.
Kaelthor listened, palm resting a moment longer on each muzzle before withdrawing. He straightened and turned to Berthan and Levna, his voice even as ever. “Sprite asks little—warm stable, mash, an apple if you’ve one to spare. Pepito hungers for more: pasture, mares, fresh straw. Both want care well given.”
He glanced at the treeline, the undergrowth darkening as the sun fell lower. “I’ll see if the wood yields apples, carrots, or anything sweet for them. Better they have such than gnaw dry oats alone.” With that, he shifted his staff to hand, already stepping toward the edge of the clearing, eyes narrowing to read what the land might offer. (Survival 24)
|| Oriace - Halfling Bard - Dragon Heist || Valerian - Elf Rogue - Wildnis || Rowan - Halfling Giant - Runewarren || Khazela - Spiritfarer Dervish - Yawning Portal || Arista - Frost Sorcerer - Old Keep || Marasatra - Blood Mage - Avernus || Lan Shi - Liquid Swords || Syed - Drakkenheim || Kaelthor - Dragonlance ||
DM
The woods were thick and ominous unless like kaelthor you felt brotherhood with them. He followed a squirrel and found a nut tree, gathering a handful to roast. On the same deer trail he found a crabapple bush thick with ripe fruit.
DM
Levna and Berthan exchange a surprised look, then Berthan rummaged through his vegetables for a couple of carrots.
Liwen
Liwen did not hear any mention of a Circle as he was busy with the songs of old but Seeing Kaelthor speaking with the horses leaves him quite surprised and he hops off of the wagon to make a bee line towards Kaelthor "I know magic when I see it, but I don't see the robes associated with the Wizards of High Sorcery. Where did you learn your magic and by any chance..." Liwen with curiosity gleaming in his eyes leans closer and whispers "are you a Renegade Wizard?"
Salty
The gnome chatted away with Artock as the steam powered wagon rolled on. He would spend the ride catching up on news and events from Nevermind, getting news of acquaintances and relatives. It had been a long time since the tinker was 'home'. He may have related is own tale to the inventor, his travels by water and craft. Perhaps he even shared his own maps, though little good would they do Artock; Salty's maps dealt mostly with coastline and waterway.
Maybe the gnome picked up on Kaelthor's concerns for the horses. If he did, he wondered what the elf thought of the horseless wagon the gnomes rode on. Would he have a disagreement about bending wood and steal to ones will as well? What about the use of the world's minerals and stone to power such? Does a sculpture bend the stone or does he release that which is inside? He would ponder such but hold vocalization for now. He felt these were questions best asked after friendly terms were established. It was the kind of questions he could argue and discuss with Ispin, who always had a winning take.
He himself saw nothing wrong with the use of animals, while he also could appreciate the man's position in advocating for those without a voice. Another trait Ispin showcased well, seeing the problem from everyone's point of view (empathy). His friend was always on the right side of things. If one didn't know what side to take, they could tell which was right by where Ispin was on the matter. Now though, Salty (and the others) would have to find a new compass to guide their actions.
As the group reaches the campsite, he helps out where he can. "Berthan, let me help you fetch the water for the meal." Artock,doesthewagonboilerneedwaternoworinthemorning?"
Kaelthor
Kaelthor’s eyes fixed on Liwen as the question was whispered, his expression hardening to stone. “No wizard. No robes. No moons.” His voice was quiet, but there was weight in it, a warning carried beneath each word. “The land answers. Not your Towers. Best you speak no more of ‘renegade’ on the road. Ears twist words into ropes.”
He let the silence hang a beat longer, then turned without further explanation and entered the woods.
From the shadow of the woods he returned, a small bundle of nuts tied in his cloak for roasting, and an armful of crabapples cradled against his chest for the waiting horses.
|| Oriace - Halfling Bard - Dragon Heist || Valerian - Elf Rogue - Wildnis || Rowan - Halfling Giant - Runewarren || Khazela - Spiritfarer Dervish - Yawning Portal || Arista - Frost Sorcerer - Old Keep || Marasatra - Blood Mage - Avernus || Lan Shi - Liquid Swords || Syed - Drakkenheim || Kaelthor - Dragonlance ||
Vexi
She harumphs at Vardok's words about the elf and hurries herself up to get some space from her friend. She hunted better alone anyways. She wasn't being as quiet as she normally is and it was also attributing to her bad mood. But she thought about Sprite again and wondered if that knight would be true to her word and let her ride the beautiful beast.
Once finished she looks around for Vardek as she doesn't want to leave him in the woods on his own. After she find him, she shows off the three rabbits she was able to hunt down. She grins, happy with it and the thought of the elf has left her thoughts as she trots back to the group at the camp.
DM
Artock
Hotwaterforwashingnowtheninthemorningwefilltheboilerupagain, Artok filled a jug with hot water and offered it around so everyone could at least wash their hands.
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Levna
She filled her water skin and Berthans water barrel from the stream. She then set up a spit, which she hoped they'd use for at least a taste of meat. She wondered what the Kender would bring back.
Cassian can you help me arrange the bedrolls? I'll take first watch tonight, then wake you, do you think any of the others could pull a shift, or shall we let them sleep?
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Berthan
He snagged his bedroll and laid it under the wagon. He pulled out the tarpaulin from underneath and spread it over his goods, just in case of rain. He took out a thick red blanket and walked over to Sprite who was busy eating. Here girl, you have this carrot, it's very good, give you nightvision maybe, he chuckles. Then he stood on tip toe and threw the blanket over her fastening it with a simple knot underneath. To keep the heat in on a cold autumn night.
He returned to the stew pot and reached into a pocket, his soupstone was gone! Hey all of you, have you seen a stone yeay big with a piece of cord through it? I seem to have misplaced it. He holds two fingers apart to show the size. Useful piece of magic add taste to soups and stews. I'll just have to use salt and pepper.
Cassian
The paladin nods at Levna's question dutifully, moving to help with the bedrolls. "I will take care of it. The others deserve their rest." None of them are soldiers, after all, so he would hate to ask that of them when there are two capable knights around.
| Joy - Hexblood Open Sea Paladin - Netherdeep | Kaelen - Shadar-kai Gloom Stalker Ranger - Old Keep | Lira - Half-elf Thief Rogue/Druid - Allansia | Arkon - Goliath Champion Fighter - Hardcore DiA | Teryn - High Elf Archfey Warlock - Runewarren | Zoveldra - Kalashtar Open Hand Monk - Eberron | Mavilius - Tiefling Eloquence Bard - Golden Vault | Vannithos - Shadar-kai Astral Self Monk - Von Nichts | Cassian - Human Paladin - Dragonlance | Yua - Human Wizard - Carrion Crown |
Kaelthor
Kaelthor looked up from where he was sorting the gathered crabapples near the horses, his voice carrying across the firelight without preamble. “I rest from dusk till midnight. No longer.”
He left it there—neither offer nor refusal—before turning his attention back to the small pile of fruit, rolling one toward Sprite’s waiting muzzle.
|| Oriace - Halfling Bard - Dragon Heist || Valerian - Elf Rogue - Wildnis || Rowan - Halfling Giant - Runewarren || Khazela - Spiritfarer Dervish - Yawning Portal || Arista - Frost Sorcerer - Old Keep || Marasatra - Blood Mage - Avernus || Lan Shi - Liquid Swords || Syed - Drakkenheim || Kaelthor - Dragonlance ||
Vexi
"I can take a watch!" she shouts over to Levna as she overhears the knight ask the question as she comes into camp with her kill. As she gets next to the fire, she plops down the carcasses of the three rabbits and pulls out her dagger. She quickly gets to work skinning the creatures before sticking them on a spit.
She takes a quick glance around and smiles. What an efficient group of people Ispin had gathered in his lifetime. She found that even though she was going to miss her friend's visits, she is looking forward to the large gathering and what stories will be told.
Liwen
He lets the matter drop as Kaelthor moves away. Though it had not dampened his curiosity. An actual druid how rare he thinks.
Upon hearing Berthan's lost magic stone with a cord through it he says "I can help find it for you Berthan. Just give me 10 minutes"
He will then begin chanting and waving his hands in intricate designs as Liwen ritually cast detect magic