BE7s Frozen Sick (IC)

Hulil listens to Torvil, offering a thankful nod when she hears that not all of her men are dead.  "Right ye are," she replies.  She fights off a shiver that seems to come from her very bones, pulling her furs tighter to her neck before continuing.  "Frigid Woe is what's fer killin' me tu death.  Heard o' it from them what's been tu Eiselcross.  How's that tight a$$ Pelc doin'?" she asks with an evil grin.  She succumbs to a fit of shivers, nodding to the elf to stoke the fire.  When she has it pulled back together she continues.  "We know'd o' the sellin' from Urgon tu dat crone Pelc.  Stealin' it was easy.  Sent some o' me boys tu search it one more time fer a cure.  Was hopin' fer a spot o' help from da Dragon Queen, but she ain't fer answerin' yet.  I'm fer suspectin' dat a pair o' blue vials is what dun it.  Pretty they were, but many tiny cracks were fer lettin' a blue powder out.  Sold 'em ta some fool named Irven Leil, a human seller o' odds 'n ends.  He was makin' fer Palebank.   Der, dat's what I'm fer knowin'.  Yer turn," she says, leaning in even closer to the inferno that is the "camp fire" in the center of the room. 

Kitsune steps a few inches further into the light, her eyes narrowing at the mention of the merchant.  "Irven Leil..." she repeats, committing the name to memory.  "A seller of odds and ends carrying cracked vials of death toward a town full of people...You’ve let a plague out of its cage, Hulil."

She glances at the stone chest, then back to the shivering dwarf.  "Pelc is already gone.  The Frigid Woe claimed her.  If you want to avoid her fate, you need to be more specific than a name.  Where did Urgon find those vials in Eiselcross?  If there is a cure, it’s buried where those came from.  Tell us exactly what your boys found when they searched Pelc's place."

She keeps her hand near her hilt, watching to see if Hulil is desperate enough to give up her source in exchange for a hope of survival.

Intimidation: 4

Hulil listens to Kitsune, eager for any words that may help her.  Her attention peaked at the mention of a cure, but her face soured at nothing new and more questions.  She coughed, spat on the floor near the fire, and glared at Kitsune.  "Half bein' dead, half bein' froze; I'm still fer havin' enough fer kickin' yer arse.  Who's fer botherin', if yer fer waitin' to wait a spell da damned blue veins may haves me.  Urgon weren't fer tellin' me nuttin' 'bout his trip, just hear'd o' da score.  His bits o' junk ern't fer talkin' on," she stopped for a moment to root around in her pockets, finally producing a page, clearly torn out of some sort of book, covered in delicate, flowing script.  The page contained the following information:  Items received from Urgon Wenth:  1 gilded scroll case / cosomological map design, 1 jade statue / unidentified giant, 1 silver ring set with a jasper, 1 quiver containing 6 arrows (remarkable condition for their alleged age),  2 blue glass vials.   Lot sale, $1000 GP.  The page is dated just over two months ago, in the same flowing script. 

General Intelligence check (with ADV if proficient in calligraphy tools)  DC 12