Ereworn Under The Shadow

"If everyone is done eating, it is time to gather what travel supplies we can and decide what task is next,"  Ardwynn spoke softly as she looked about the room. 

"That is, if we are agreed we are going to go back into the Wood."

Barn gulps down one last massive mouthful of porridge and grins as he buses the bowl (and anyone else's bowl) for Clotha.

"R-right, Wynn.  No place else to g-go but the Wood if we w-want to start f-fixing things.  And m-maybe find something for Fabian's quest..."

[Reg] As the group prepared to go at Ardwynn’s urging, the man shouldered his bag, staff in hand. “Well, Barn, why don’t you lead us to that clearing…with the mounds. Let’s get that spirit of yours settled.”

As an afterthought, he asks the big-man, “Say, you didn’t happen to put more water in that chalice of yours last high, did you?”

The big man's childlike hazel eyes turn to the trapper, respectfully as always, though he shakes his head.

"If I h-had the chalice, I guess I w-would have forgot to fill it, Reg.  But I d-don't have it.  You w-were the last one of us who had it, I think?  And you g-gave it to Clotha for her to drink on our w-way back.  Not s-sure if she gave it b-back to you?"

(OOC:  Barn doesn't have the chalice.  It's on his inventory with quantity 0, which I set it to when he gave it to Reg.  Post 755 is the last time I can remember any PC handling the chalice, with Reg handing it to Clotha to drink from.)

Either way, Barn is ready to lead the group into the woods, taking over for Caelen.  Though in his heavy armor, anyone who isn't deaf will hear him coming.