"That is what we've been worryin about. We come from the guild back a few days. We saw the smoke so we have assumed some not so amazin things have been happening around here." Priton says as he walks with the elf

“Care to elaborate?” Hermenor hopes for more information from the Half-orc (other half being elven?).

For Tyr this was a bad situation to be in, he just hoped his next move would be the right one. In the moment that his companions began to talk to the individual and draw they attention, he took this chance to try and sneak out of the wagon and hide, should something happen that was not in their favor.

stealth roll: 24

4 16 10 4

Continuing on the path, still not making eye contact (yes half elf/orc) she states “There is a corruption spreading across the land.  These resources your company desires are withering and decaying.  We can not give you anything.  You will speak with Shranemara.”  She relaxes a little, the village now within sight.  

Tyr- you take your chance and roll out the back of the wagon while the two guards in the back are distracted.  You have fallen 15-20 feet behind.

Tyr just trails behind the group of people, keeping a watch for anything suspicious or harmful actions towards the party.

Perception check: 21

Alright then, is it your people that lived here or have you come here after the corruption took over." Priton says and he looks around to see the layout of the village

Perception: 7

As you draw near the village.  Instead of a wide clearing with structures built.  Each hut, abode, store front is built into the the forest.  This beautiful construction of man and nature combining into one.  Trees sprouting from rooftops, hanging roots woven into roofs and ceilings, hammocks lining the upper branches under the protection of the canopy.  

Once taking in the sight of the infrastructure of this town,  you see a medley of peoples.  IRC’s, elves, humans, gnomes, dwarves, and goblins are all busy throughout the camp; working together.  You see the firbolg split off your group to bring the two deer over to and orcish woman and human male.  The woman inspects the deer, first thing she does is take out the eyes.  Before you continue your walk.  Most of the people continue on with their work, some take time to stop and watch the newcomers walk through town.  Children run around, playing games.

The half orc stops in front of a tent, the front flap made of leather and vines.  She looks to you “come.”

Tyr- do you follow into town or stay on the outskirts stealthing?  If so I need a new roll.

Ragnir follows the half-orc lady into the tent.

Hermenor does the same.

Priton follows in as well

Tyr just mutters to himself "Well that turned out better than expected."

He just walked into the village, trying to catch up and sneak back into the group unnoticed.

OOC: stealth 12

Once within the hut, Hermenor will look deep into the half-orc-elven lady's eyes and try to deduce whether she is an ally or a foe from her reaction to the stare down (insight: 12)

Tyr- wading into the thicker brush on the outskirts of town.  You watch everything happen without alarm.  Having made your way around to the more “back side” of the camp.  You see the source of the smoke.  It’s not one of their buildings.  But a heap of dried brush, branches, bodies, and bones.  A raven flies by your shoulder, almost startling you.Relieved you sneak through town again and join in the back of the group without being seen. 

Hermenor - You catch her attention and hold a stare, she stares back.  Finally after what seems like forever for everyone else, she cracks a smirk at the side of her mouth. “I like this one!”  She says with the first inflection of joy you have heard from her.  She’s hard to read, but she’s given you enough to know she means no ill will.

Everyone- You enter the tent.  The packed dirt floor almost shines in the blue hue of the magical torch fire illuminating the room.  In the tent you see a basic interior.  No decorations on the wall, table to the right side, a small garden on the left.  Various flowers and fungi fill the box almost over packing it.  An orc women with green robes tending to a purple flower.  She’s old, skin wrinkled and weathered, teeth worn down.  Hunched over, a raven flies through a hole in the ceiling and perches on her shoulder.  She puts her pruning shears down and looks to you as the bird chirps in her ear  “She has her stories, what’s yours?”

Ragnir: (to everyone) "We're here on behalf of the guild of guilds, trying to investigate the lack of trading supply shipments."

Hermenor adds: “Can you share with us what caused the interruption in supply deliveries?”

(OOC: You’ll notice that Hermenor sounds a lot more eloquent than your average brawler/sailor type).

Tyr smiles as he rejoins the group, proud a little of his abilities - though a little annoyed that a raven would startle him.

As they enter and the raven flies in Tyr just stares it down and gives it a glare that says I will have my revenge. He remains quite letting Hermenor and Ragnir talk, they know the mission better and he was still trying to get his barrings with this group. He wanted to know exactly what role he would be filling for them.

The bent woman picks up her staff and begins walking towards the group.  As she moves closer you see a carved snake head that peaks the staff, two red rubies encrusted in the dark wood for the eyes.  The snakes wraps around as it combines into the staff.  This woman is old and hobbled, but she doesn’t have a weak presence about her.  “There is a corruption spreading across this land.  Some tainted soul perhaps wreaking havoc on the natural balance.  The negative energy is infiltrating the flora and fauna.”  She paces around her room until she finds a seat next to a small wooden table.  

“Our feline friend here, saw what we have resorted to in order to combat the diseased.” As she motions to Tyr, the raven flies over and lands on his shoulder; pecking lightly at his armor.

“There is a hidden glen, known by only my people.  This is where we gather the supplies your people are interested in.  Unfortunately our resources are now spent protecting the people and cleansing the land so we can survive.  We are getting attacks almost nightly now.”  

She pours water from a pitcher into a small clay cup for a drink.  “But, where are my manners.  I haven’t even asked our guests their names or offered any nourishments from your long travel.  Can we get you anything?”

"I am Priton and I am alright maam. And what are you being attacked by if I may because we haven't heard reports of anything attacking people just that the deliveries had stopped." Priton says 

Ragnir: (to everyone) "Ragnir Strongheart at your service, you can count on me to help defend your people from these attacks. I might be able to help detect the source of the corruption, but cleansing it is another matter. I do not require nourishment at this time. Do you have somewhere we could sleep while we try to resolve these problems?"