"I... " Gleenthorn shakes his head, trying to regain his composture. If he has even been aware that Moltaris had been shaking him in the air just a few seconds ago he doesn't say anything about it. " I do not know... I don't think so you seem nice enough, even the dwarf... " he says "Let's look at them first. The plants are not going anywhere... " as he starts to walk towards Seb'riel and Lyreis he looks up " I hope..." he adds. 

Looking at Lyreis body Gleenthorn points to the strange mark that runs over his back and left shoulder. 

"There... look... that is an aberrant Dragonmark if I ever seen one! Ohhh poor poor boy. Quick, grab him, let's move them back to the front of my house were we can put them more comfortable. Go and grab some pillows from my home quick now!" he says to some pixies and they hurry to comply. 

After a few minutes most of the faerie folk are out of the garden and back either to the front of Gleenthorn home or to the village. The centaur helps the party carry both Lyreis and Seb'riel and they make the arrangements necessary to make them as comfortable as they can. The gnome checks them but comes with nothing more that they already had been able to see. They both are breathing, and no apparent wounds or bleeding are present. They probably wake up soon. At least is their hope. 

"I am not sure if the presence of this weird Dragonmark has been the cause of that events, or they would be happened nonetheless..." says Gleethorn while drinking a hot tea, which has been offered to the party as well. "Never had a Dragonmarked here before... any more of you bear the Mark of a House?" he asks.

     "Right here." Hurosk pulls back the collar of his armor revealing revealing the mark associated with House Tharashk. "It tingling back there in the garden as those flowers were blooming."

Kyne stays by his sister's side while the fey move her and Lyreis.

"What about Seb'riel?" He asks, challenging Gleenthorn's theory. "She has the sight, but she isn't dragonmarked."

Gleethorn looks at Hurosk's Dragonmark and nods in confirmation. 

"Never thought of that... Do you realize what this means? This confirms the theory that the Dragonmarks are, indeed, part of the Dragon Prophecy! This is... The consequences could be... " he pauses trying to ponder what they have learned. "So.. this also says to us that the kind of Dragonmarks that your friend posses are, somehow, wrong. Have you seen the shape that Dragon Plant had taken? Something is wrong here... yes, yes, very very wrong. " 

He then turns towards Kyne to answer his question. 

"But my dear boy. Who do you think gives her the visions? She is able to communicate with the mind of the Father Dragons and take but a mere glimpse of what they can see and know... yes... yes... if what I believe is true... what we just saw... your sister was just a vessel for the voice of one of the Father Dragons... " 

He lets that sink into the others and silence fall upon them until a familiar voice breaks it. 

"Well.. that was unexpected... " the satyr is sitting behind Hursok and he looks at Lyreis and Seb'riel with a worried look in his eyes. 

Kyne sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose as Gleethorn prattles on about the father dragons, entirely ignoring Seb'riel's plight. The sorcerer is about to say something when a new victim of his ire appears - Dagur.

"Where in the nine hells have you been?!" Kyne demands angrily. "You brought this upon her, didn't you? I should have known the moment that we stepped into a fairy garden. All your riddles and insinuations and for what? This? Help her."

The satyr's face reflect surprise and pain. 

"You hurt me Kyne. What do you think I am doing here? Trying to help of course!! What I have done since the begining? Help you, help everyone!! But it's easier to yell and blame Dagur. Always the same song. The snow falls soon this year? Dagur's blame. The rain comes late this year? Dagur's blame. Always Dagur's blame right?. I did know that you would come here, of course!!! You are terrible at following instructions. I said "we must hurry" and what do you do? Stop at every single chance you get to be distracted!!! And here you are!!! It's that my fault too? Did I told you go and smell the flowers?? No I didn't!! And by the Queen's hair and the King's breath I did not know this could happen!! Even him, the greater scholar in the matter didn't know and you blame me??!! " he crosses his arms. "That's preposterous!!" He sits and turns his back from Kyne. 

After inspecting the plants a little closer, Chanterelle finds no immediate threats and lowers her club again. She idly moves it back and forth, thinking - then the satyr appears. "There you are! You could've given me a little warning about this lot, don't you think? I showed them the garden, are we even now?"

Dworic feels a tingling feeling on his back that he attributed to being drunk but as the blooming of the flower commences, and the horror commenced, His back started to burn like cold fire shocking him sober. Frozen still by the sight of his newly found friends, eyes unblinking as he stared in fear. After the blooming finished and his companions lay motionless on the ground he hears the old gnome asking about dragonmarks. He quickly strips his armor and clothes from his torso to reveal a sprawling mark that originates from the center of his upper back that wraps around his torso. The edges of the mark have turned red as if inflammed.  He points to his back as he stares down the gnome, "Are ya sayin we did dis to dem?" His face filled with expressions of guilt and anger looks for an answer form the gnome but also wishes he didn't give the answer he figured to be true. The gnome addresses Hurosk and he listens on as an unexpected guest makes an appearance. He sees Kyne lay into the familiar satyr and the creature's snappy reply. "Ya tell us what ya say you haven't done, how about ya tell us wha' ya did do and wha' ya know. Ya can start by sayin' why ya happen to be conven'ntly here now."

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After inspecting the plants a little closer, Chanterelle finds no immediate threats and lowers her club again. She idly moves it back and forth, thinking - then the satyr appears. "There you are! You could've given me a little warning about this lot, don't you think? I showed them the garden, are we even now?"

Molly's cold fury finds a new target as Dagur arrives. She turns and stares, silver eyes hard and cold, as Kyne vents his frustration at the strange satyr. When Chanterelle recognizes Dagur, though, Molly stiffens and moves towards Dagur, hands knotted into fists to keep from strangling him. "STOP speaking out of both sides of your mouth and tell us something true. We found the fastest way available and that led us HERE."

"Oh I do not think so my dear " replies Gleethorn to Dworic before Dagur appears. "This is really... really interesting though..." he says looking to the dwarf dragonmark and looming over Lyreis. He seems oblivious to the satyr appearance and the argument with the rest of the party. 

"Square?" replies Dagur surprised that Chanterelle even suggested that "Not by an inch! I told you to go and help them, not to stop to smell flowers... so no, I am sorry but no. Well... I am not sorry really..." 

Then Moltaris came and worsen his mood as Kyne did.

"No. I didn't told you to como here, did I? No. I told you to go somewhere else... to find somebody else... but I knew, I knew, that given the chance you will stop here and delay your, it seems that I must stress this point, important and urgent mission!! That's why I took measures so you do not linger.... " she points to Chanterelle " but then again I wasn't specific enough and here we are. I have told you anything but the truth since the very first moment we met. He must be stopped. And it's starting to be very frustrating and irritating that nobody listens to me!! And no!! - he explodes pointing at Moltaris as if she had asked another question " the fact that I am the only one able to remember him and that I must use most of my power just for you not to forget about your mission is no excuse!!!  He is going to destroy everything again!!! "

He turns away crossing his arms over his chest, clearly upset. 

Kyne rolls his eyes at Dagur's posturing.

"So what would you have us do?" He asks, voice tinged with exasperation. "Leave them here at the mercy of those pirates?" He gestures to Seb'riel and Lyreis as though to indicate that this is clearly not an option. However, the satyr pointing at Chanterelle piques his interest. "What does she have to do with all of this anyway?"

"Not being here in the first place!! That's what I am saying! Pirates?! What pirates?! What are you talking about Kyne? Tell me... did you hit your head or something??" replies Dagur to the elf, looking to him worried.

Kyne stares blankly at Dagur.

"The halflings. On Wyverns. The ones who gave us a reason to stop here in the first place," he states, surprised that it isn't obvious.

"What? the..." he points towards the direction of where the mountain ridge lies " The Sehan Kessh? Those are not pirates!! just a tribe of weird halflings! What have you done? Why they gave you a reason to stop?" 

"They attacked our ship as we were passing by far overhead," Kyne explains, "so we're here to make sure that they don't do that to anybody else, before we continue on our journey."

"They what?!" Dagur takes a deep breath and makes a circular massage over his temples. 

"Well, let's think a little bit here. Try to imagine that you are a member of an isolated, wyvern riders tribe that lives in an island in the middle of the ocean oblivious of the exterior world. Now you suddenly see something big and weird flying over your village. Wouldn't you investigate? At least take a look into that creature to see if it's a threat to your people or... food? Now... did you see them showing you a black flag or something? how many airships crosses this particular route? I was under the understanding that we were heading to a place where no one has gone before, and following an extraordinary route to save time and not be detected... how many other anybody else do you think are going to pass over here? And last but not least... are you sure they attacked you? Who started the hostilities?" he looks to all of the party with the air of a professor that already know the answer to the question. 

"You said to help them, I did!" Chanterelle stomps her foot indignantly. After sulking for a little, she interjects: "Those halflings just eat anything, they're too simple to do otherwise. You just happened to fly by, so they thought you were a snack or something. We leave them be and they leave us be."

Turning to the satyr again, she asks: "So we're NOT even then? Fiiiiine." She sighs.

     "Easy there, Dags. Why don't you get a cup of some of that wine they have around here. It's got quite the kick, which will help you calm down a bit." Hurosk flashes the satyr a sobering grin. "Now, our new leafy friend here has it right," he says, giving a nod toward Chanterelle. "When they started circling, did we prepare to defend ourselves? You bet! Not going to get caught flat-footed. And they weren't interested in talking none since they swooped in and tried to snatch up one of the crew."

"You must help them where they go... not here... " Dagur says mumbling to Chanterelle and looking to the others as if they couldn't hear them "They weren't supposed to know 'cos they are a bunch of suspicious mortals... remember?" 

He then replies to Hurosk.

"Well they defended themselves after the happy spell triggers " he motions a hand towards Kyne and Seb "started to show off... but nevertheless, please listen to Chanterelle here... and let them be they are not rea.... wait a second. " Dagur looks up to Hurosk as if it was the first time he look upon the half-orc "What?! Wha... wha... WHAT?!?! You have drink their wine??! I've been offering mine since we first met and you all had refused it!!! And now... a bunch of strangers offers you their wine and you all DRINK IT!!!!" his face has turned red, his hands are clenched in fists. One could see the steam leaving off his ears. 

"I can't believe it!! I just simply can't you band of ungrateful, ugly, stupid... NERF HERDERS!!!" 

with that he literally disappears in mid air with a POP leaving a confused party looking to each other. Some of the fairies laugh for the reaction of the satyr. 

"They are awakening..." says the gnome who has been keeping an eye on the two unconscious elves.

In fact both Seb'riel and Lyreis are groaning and seems to be awakening. 

"I'm not good at keeping secrets." Chanterelle says in a teacherly manner, as if explaining that the sky is blue. Along with the other fairies, she laughs at the satyr, but then frowns a little. "that wasn't very polite, refusing a drink. You'll get in trouble if you do that at court. Anyway. So where *are* you going?" she asks the group.