Doozey half-smiles and nods in thanks to Villonah. But just as he sliding out of his seat, Raist's words gives the halfling pause for a moment. Following a quick glance to the rest of the party, Doozey went on to awkwardly say, "I thought we... I thought I... Well... Hmm.. I s'pose with everything else that went down during our little break some things got a little left to the wayside, huh? Well, suffice it to say the dragon goes by Old Gnawbones in some circles. But in others, she's, uhh.. She goes Claugiyliamatar?"

With that said, Doozey finally heads over to the window, and after first weaving a spell to commune with beasts|, pulled out a silver raven figurine, transforming it with but a word into a living, brown feathered crow. "Sorry it's been a while Gravy. But, I got an important message for ya to deliver. Once that's done, wait a couple minutes, take whatever the dwarf offers ya, and then meet us back home. Got it?" Doozey asks. To which Gravy caws in such a way as to seem to be chuckling before giving a salute.

"For you boss? Ehhh, Shore~ You knowz all ya gotta do is say the word. Plus, betweenzz you and me? Any excuse to stretch my wings is a good one!" Gravy assures him in his "Neverwinterian Accent"(think Brooklyn). Doozey breathes a sigh of relief. "Thanks again. Alright, so, here goes-..." Doozey proceeds to describe Dornal and where to find him, before drawing on some of magic tied to Gravy and convey the following: 

@Lerus:

(@Ori: Please see message in the OOC channel regarding the 2024 versions of the item Figurine of Wondrous Power (Silver Raven) and of the spells Speak with Animals and Animal Messenger.)

As Raist gets a bit more information on the dragon that has become the center of the conversation, Doozey summons Gravy and prepares to send him of on a mission.

Not having met Gravy before, Villonah gasps at the halfing: "You are full of surprises!"

Utar relates the responses recieved back to his comrades: "For the Harpers, Sirge is investigating the new coinage.  For the Order, Villanoh is their only member close enough, so if you want to, you're in; glad to have you.  Ekmong is preparing for the worst and will be in touch in due course."

- Gravy Charisma Save(DC 17): 10.

"I will contact my own network, as well. With what the Cult is capable of it, is hard to have too much help."

She starts drafting a coded message:

 She folds up her message and puts it into her pocket for now.

"Eheh, well, uhm, s'pose I am. So much so, I surprise myself sometimes." Doozey admitted with a bit of a chuckle, before seeing his work completed and sending Gravy off through the window. After a moment or two of watching him fly out, the halfling suddenly leaps onto the window seal and quickly scans the area outside for anything suspicious.

-Perception: 31.

If nothing comes of his search, his expression softens as he slips back onto the ground, muttering an apology. Otherwise, his next words are a quick warning to the rest.

(@Lerus: I couldn't remember off the top of my head what was the restaurant we frequently met Dornal, but it would be that place that he sends Gravy off along with a description of Dornal.)

.

(@Ori: The dice roll didn't go through. Could you please reroll it? Also, the name of the restaurant you are looking for is The Cracked Crown.)

While Doozey and Villonah see off Gravy, Utar shares with the group a summary of the responses he received. Those listening would notice that he left off any comment on Seranolla's response, at least for now.

Neya reaches out to her own contacts, leaving behind a coded message. Although information is still scarce, CRAP has sniffed some ill omen in the air and is swiftly reacting by reaching out to their vast network of allies, making sure no one is caught flat-footed.

Aleyd is standing back up by now, pacing around the room a bit.

"I did receive a response from Seranolla... but uh, well, I suspect that her transformation is now complete. Doozey, can you translate for me if I attmept to relay what I heard?"

Utar waits for a response, and assuming that Dozzey does cast speak with plants, he casts guidance on himself before he begins his performance, muttering, "Going to need all the help I can get on this one, big guy.". Stepping away from the table for more space, he attempts to recall the noises he heard and mentally prepare himself. Placing some copper coins in his to allow him to mimic the sounds of what he assumed were falling berries or nuts and streching his arms out to their full span to represent Seranolla's branches.  Ready to begin, and after taking a deep breath, Utar closes his eyes and then attempts to replicate the sound of rustling leaves and braches swaying in the wind.  At what he hopes were the right moments, he drops his copper coins.  After a few moments, Utar opens his eyes and looks to Doozey, "Did you get any of that?"

Performance - 5 plus 4.

[Sorry for delay.  Been crazy here]

Raist writes down the name Claugiyliamatar. He pauses as it trying to recall if he knows anything off hand about this dragon

History 22

 He summons Sebastion and gives him a note (need anything on green dragon Claugiyliamator soonest)   "please take this to the first available clerk"

Let's try again 

History 10

-Perception: 25. 

(Full response to above post to come later)

.

28.

(OOC: I'm going with the first rolls for the re-rolled checks above, including if the original dice roll error has been resolved. So, that's the 22 for Raist's check and the 31 for Doozey's.)

Raist writes down and mutters the name Claugiyliamatar, trying to remember what he might have studied on the dragon in the past.

@Raist (history):

Finishing a note, the elf then summons Sebastian and sends him out of the window with a piece of paper attached to his leg. The raven joins his kin, Gravy, in the skies with a similar mission but different destination.

Still looking out of the window, Doozey sees that life outside the Laughing Goblin is generally normal. A few patrons recently shooed away from the Laughing Goblin by Aleyd still stand outside, letting other would-be patrons arriving now that they better not go into the tavern. A few people outside seem to be in a hurry, but this is not necessarily worrisome (unless Doozey decides it is) as many workers are ending their shift for the day and rushing home or to the nearest tavern. There are humans, elves, dwarves, halflings, orcs, and gnomes walking about, as well as some of the more diverse species: an aasimar, a tiefling, a firbolg, and a hobgoblin.

As Doozey turns around to face the rest of the party in the tavern, he sees Utar getting ready to perform following a request for Doozey to serve as the interpreter.

(OOC: I'll resolve the performance check once @Ori decides whether he is casting Speak with Plants or not.)

Although more predatory (or perhaps territorial?) gnawed at the back of the mind, Doozey but watched, waited, then finally turned away to hop back inside, dusting his hands and leaving the window frame bearing some small but fresh new gouges in the wood. "Sorry, I just, uhh... wait, what? Translate? Uhh, I mean, if she was speaking in Sylvan, I can certainly give it a shot. But, if whatever she sent back made ya think her transformation is complete, I'm, uhh, not sure how much my own skill and magic will help without being in her presence." The halfling frankly confesses.

"But, uhh.." He glances past the orc to a pacing Aleyd, then to Villonah, and then briefly closes his eyes and scratches the back of his head. "I-I'll do what I can. ust, uhh, give me a sec." Doozey grows quiet and takes a moment to try and center himself, prior to forming a circular hand gesture and attempt to call upon the right primal forces to aid in the endeavor... 

But apart from a slightly of his hair from a breeze, the spell appears to never take shape. So following a sigh, he says to Utar, "Sorry. Seems I can't call upon the right sorta magic for this. Not today, anyways -- but, what the heck! Tell me what ya heard, and maybe I'll be able to at least infer something from it." He offers, and had Utar agreed, Doozey watched him very closely to the end. After which, there's another sigh from the halfling before he went over to pat Utar's leg in a gesture of comfort. "Brother, I'm gonna be real with ya. I caught maybe a word or two outta that? Maybe? But either way, it ain't much of anything to go by. So, uhh, we just gotta hope... Hope Ms.Seranolla has enough wherewithal to at reach out to whoever she can by whatever means are left to her." 

Utar begins his performance but is interrupted by Doozey as the halfling realizes that there is no Sylvain in the message. Without the ability to communicate with plants currently prepared, the ranger can shed no light on what Seranolla may or may not have said, regardless of how accurate Utar's relaying of the message might or might not be. The cleric's performance is, nonetheless, a moment of levity amongst otherwise grave considerations.

Aleyd clears her throat. "If we are done here..." She extends a hand toward the group, signaling a shake is in order. Whatever the next steps CRAP decide to take, it looks like Aleyd is ready to go "do" stuff instead of "talk" about it. She seems bothered by not knowing much and for not noticing the coins, and is reverting to taking action.

"Huh? Ah, uhm.... Mn. Seems so." With a bit of defeated sigh, Doozey accepts the handshake, what with his earlier ire having died away in the wake of recent revelations. "Sorry we couldn't give ya somethin' more conclusive to set yer heart at ease, but, uhh... yeah, this ain't 'xactly a matter where pretending everything is gonna be alright will make it so." The halfling admits and throws out a hapless shrug.

Doozey spares the others a once over, before looking to wherever or whoever accepted the coinage. "Just in case, we prolly aughta give them coins a magical once over as well at some point. Not that I 'xpect to learn much, but better safe than sorry. But beyond that, well.. While we're waiting on further word from others, where to next? We still feel'n goin' with the Sperny angle, or was there something else on the docket I'm forgetting 'bout?"

"Easy enough"

Raist makes a simple gesture with his left hand saying "Brath Draiochta"

detect magic

"I think staking out Spernik's cell is the only real lead we have, at the moment. It may yield the most amount of information we could follow up on."

It looks like CRAP agrees with Aleyd's sentiment: they dislike the fact that they don't have much to go on. Doozey suggests examining the coins for magical traces, and Raist responds with a snap of his fingers. A few seconds later, the elf can only confirm that the coins are as ordinary as they come, except for the dragon face on them, of course. Neya then summarizes their options in a single best path to follow in her view: stake out Spernik's cell. An expression of disagreement comes to Aleyd's face: "I had suggested keeping away from the Stonajow Gate and the castle beyond it because... who knows what is going on there. But, if that is what you think would yield the best results, I am not going to stop you. Be careful though, as I am sure you'll not be welcomed there. And please don't confirm in my presence whether this is indeed your next step. I would rather not know it with certainty should I be compromised. Your talk of me possibly being watched has made me nervous."

After saying her piece, Aleyd finally accepts Doozey's handshake. Shaking hands with Knight Burral, those who had remained seated until this point find themselves just rising from their seats when the entire inn is shaken by a tremendous gust of wind followed by a horrific roar that rapidly recedes away from you. “Bane’s black blood! What in Nine Hells was that?” Aleyd races up the stairs to the second floor of the inn and peers out the windows, looking shocked. You arrive only seconds behind her to an amazing sight. A vast winged serpent larger than the Laughing Goblin is perched on the side of Valjevo Castle in the distance, rending great holes in its once-stout walls. The falling autumn sun glistens off of its massive green head as it rears back before exhaling into the hole it has made in the wall. Screams echo all the way across the town. In the street below you, people run about in fear, many of them crowding into the open space before the Laughing Goblin.

The immense green dragon is tearing into Valjevo Castle with ease. Thick clouds of noxious, green vapor spill off the sides of the castle and into the narrow streets, limiting the ability of the town’s defenders to counterattack. Something has to be done, but the creature is all the way across the town. 

A commotion is brewing on the street below as gawkers gather to stare up at the doom that overshadows Phlan. A group of hobgoblins and a man in robes round the corner, leading a barred wagon that is pulled by a green-scaled, two-headed giant. Dozens of people are caged within, wailing with fear. You can hear the man shout, “Round these up and toss them with the others. Old Gnawbones hungers for tribute!”

"The city's violent cycle continues..." She observes out loud.

Turning her attention to the group who's taking prisoners, "But, now, it seems we have some thing else to worry about."

"What the!? Oh, no, no, no!" Doozey is hot on the heels of Aleyd in the race upstairs with Biscuit not too far behind. The sight beyond the window leaves Doozey frozen in shock and disbelief. But thanks to Neya's somewhat nonplussed sounding remark, whatever spell the sight held over the halfling disappears as he gives the monk the most incredulous look. "Ya think? C'mon! We need to get down there and help who we can! We'll figure next steps after!" Doozey shares a look with Biscuit, and after a beat, the duo nod at some unspoken agreement.

So, while the halfling proceeded to empower himself with a quick charm before clamoring out the window and climbing his way down, Biscuit "Boofs" at Villonah, grabbing her attention, before lowering himself in offer to give her a lift. He but gives her only few moments to decide, before either following after Doozey out the window with or without the gnome in his more fey-touched form. 

(OOC: For the record, both have a climb speed. But, if deemed insufficient for getting down to the ground in this stance via the window, Doozey would go Badger and leap out, leaving Biscuit to take the stairs instead.)