Ben tries to follow the eyes of the speaker,

Perception 20 (can i see the camp? And is he looking in the direction of the girl on shore? If not 9 perception for the girl)

I did meet a young woman on the sand. Do you know this one? It seems you very well may have saved her life. Well done. he cracks a friendly smile. And this one smells of wet dog. Lets go back. Id like to check in with the girl.

Allen will try to tie up the lycanthrope as Graeme asked, carefully and tightly.

Slight of Hand: 7

Ben, when you came upon the lake, there was a small camp, a set of armour, and the overturned boats. Looking back, you can see the girl seated around a campfire and tent towards the far side of the embarkment. A lady makes way from a cart that's rather well hidden to the side.

Allen, you tie up the wolfman and secure it with a firm and well formed knot. The creature's head rolls back, and it's tongue hangs out, reminiscent of a large dog.

As the group rows back, the campfire is once again lit. Coming ashore, As the group rows back, the campfire is once again lit. Around it sits a drenched, small, girl with alabaster-white skin and raven-black hair. Ismark is tending to the horse at the far end of the clearing, and Ireena starts breakfast. It isn't long before the savory smell of sausage hangs in the air.

Does anyone need any healing? I can't do much yet, but im learning.

So who or what is that? You said a lycanth-...rope? What like a werewolf? Is it human?

Ben looks up to the girl,

One moment,

And rushes to her.

Hello again. How do you fare?

Allen sighs in relief as he sees Ireena cooking breakfast “Smells good as always Ireena.”  Turning to the young girl Allen goes through his pack in the cart and pulls a blanket “Here you’ll get sick if you don’t dry off. Why did this lycan capture you and thrown you in the lake.”

“We we’re preparing to leave when we saw the Lycanthrope throw a bag into the water, it was struggling so we assumed the person was still alive. Luckily Rumble is the fastest among us.”

What? Thats crazy!

Ben looks about, slightly embarrassed by his outburst.

You have definitely saved her life. Well done. All of you.

Graeme, still exhausted, responds to Bens offer of healing “ If you could give it a try, I’d be grateful, lad.”  Pointing to the wound on his neck.

Graeme plops down beside the fire.

The girl looks up at Ben with big, teary, eyes and says quietly, "I-I think I'm alright, thank you. I hurt all over, but I don't think anything is broken." She looks rather relieved until Allen stops by with the blanket. The girl takes it too quickly, accompanied with a look. Without a word, she ruffles her hair with and dries off completely.

Once she's done, she announces herself in a haughty tone, "Thank you for rescuing me. Now, if you'd kindly escort me back to my father, I have no doubt he'll pay a worthy sum."

Ben places a hand over the wound on Graeme's neck and casts lay on hands.

His hand is quite warm, and heals 5 hp.

If he can get to the young woman before she rights herself, he will also give her 5 hp as well.

Graeme throws Ben a wink.

”Thanks lad.”

OOC: Sorry but for some reason I still can’t edit my character sheet. Should I try leaving then re- joining the campaign? Maybe I messed something up when I joined?

The young girl smiles beautifully as Ben heals her. "Ah, the feeling is a nice warmth! Thank you. My name is Arabelle, nice to meet you." She curtsies as if well practiced and looks on at the group. She looks at Ben and Graeme, passing them over well, but she recoils slightly at Rumble at perhaps getting a good glimpse of him after her rescue. Ireena wraps up coming breakfast as dishes out to all assembled.

As she drops off a plate with Arabelle, she pats her head slightly. She way prepared a plate for Ben as well. Ben, a beautiful human female with raven hair, steel-gray eyes, and pouty lips presents you with a delicious smelling breakfast with sausage and potatoes. The aromas are delightful. She smiles as she offers you the meal, "We were hiding over here when we saw you join the group. Thank you for your assistance. Please, at least have something to eat as a small thanks."

Ireena

It isn't long before Ismark returns to the group as well. He rubs the back of his blonde hair and welcomes Ben, "Hail and well met, good sir. Name's Ismark, and this lovely lady is Ireena." The man before you is taller, blonde, brown eyed, and has the look of nobility. He offers a hand in greeting.

Ismark

Ben returns the proper response, with a bow.

Lady Arabelle.

As he rights himself, he receives the meal.

I appreciate your thanks, my lady, but im just doing what i believe is right. I cant let someone struggle so without throwing in a hand. Im glad to help, glad i could make it in time to make any difference. You are all quite generous. He nods to all of them looking to their eyes, Thank you all. Ive been alone for some ti--

When Ismark does return and present his hand to shake, Ben reaches past the hand and locks to the wrist, (very beastmaster styled) and introduces himself.

My name is Ben. Ive come across Arabelle here, looking worse for wear, soaking wet. I came to lend my services, and maybe a word of Pelor. Maybe when we have time, but it isnt now. 

You hold yourself quite well sir. Are you a lord if some lands here?

“And where is you father currently? Also you didn’t answer my question as to why this wolf man took you?” Allen seeing the young girls look will take a sit across the camp.

Graeme puts his armor back on then walks over to the wolf beast to examine him. (Looking for unique markings, weapons, or valuables.)

Perception: 12

Ben, Ireena smiles at your words, looking happy meet you. Ismark nods affirmatively, grasping you in a manly greeting. He states, "In a way, yes. I just recently inherited the title of Burgomaster of the Village Barovia. I haven't heard of this Pelor, but you look it a fine symbol of a knight. Pleasure is all mine."

Rumble, the girl looks away as she speaks, "My people aren't terribly far from here. Hugging the big wall of Vallaki to the West. As to why I was taken, probably because that thing is a monster? I'm a very important person, you know? Daughter to the ruthless Luvash the Lash." She sits, definitely full of herself.

Graeme, reviewing the beast you mortally tangled with, you find the creature to be more man than beast. The creature's breath smells like old and rotten wine, and he has several normal possessions that include an old, copper key, a rusted knife you recognize is socialized for deboning fish, and a hankercheif embroidered with the below symbol.

https://imgur.com/a/lqM5sIK

Ben looks around during the conversation looking very confused, mostly with this creature before the group. He inches closer but tries to not overstep. With every step closer however he is noticeably more and more nervous.

"Is this thing man or beast? ...any idea if it was a hex placed on it?"

As he asks about a hex, Ben begins casting Divine Sense, and keeping an eye within the 60 ft range of the spell.

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The young girl smiles beautifully as Ben heals her. "Ah, the feeling is a nice warmth! Thank you. My name is Arabelle, nice to meet you." She curtsies as if well practiced and looks on at the group. She looks at Ben and Graeme, passing them over well, but she recoils slightly at Rumble at perhaps getting a good glimpse of him after her rescue. Ireena wraps up coming breakfast as dishes out to all assembled.

"You’re welcome." Rumble mutters, unimpressed. He currently resembles a drowned rat more than a panther, as he takes off his outer garments and lays them on a log near the fire before distancing himself slightly and shaking his coat to dispel some of the moisture. (Perhaps once he regains some of his fluff, he may look less menacing.)

Rumble smiles at Ben’s remarks. "I think I like... beast. Let’s go with that." He says with an intimidating, yet playful grin. 

Graeme, pulls his axe out and keeps it at the ready. He puts the boning knife in his belt.
“Well! Let’s get ta tha bottom of this, shall we?”

...and with that, he gives the wolf a good slap in the face. In an almost cheerful tone he exclaims “Wakey, wakey, ya great brute!”

”Now I promised ye tha you’d be safe, and ye are, so there’ll be no havin’ a’ go a’ me or me mates. Otherwise I’ll have ye head in a second, mark my words.”

Ben kneels down and begins concentrating on his new acquaintance, casting Shield of Faith on Graeme.

(+2 to AC)

"Cant let this thing pass whatever is has on to you.."