Tyr just nodded "Yes, I did. I'm Tyr by the way." he just raised his hand up and began to scratch the raven's neck. "I'd be willing to offer my services in this matter." was all he said as everyone began to offer their help.

"I'm Hermenor Withrethin," the elf relaxes his shoulders. "If making sure the flow of supplies restarts requires us to cleanse this land, then I am sure this is what the guild would want of us. Elaborate on your issues so that we may be able to help"

He then waves to indicate that he'll pass on the food and/or drink offered.

Shemenara continues her drink,

“foul creature, the tainted, twisted monsters of the undead attempt to raid our way of life here.  This is no concern of yours, we can take care of ourselves on our land.  I am just no longer at the age of adventuring anymore, my life is here now.  Come, look.”

 She makes her way slowly back over to the garden.  As you gather around and look she rips a flower from the stem.  Black ooze begins to drop from both ends.  

This is the poison that is infiltrating this land, it secretes from everything it infects.  Death 100% certain.  These plants are newly infected, but those that have endured, leak from their spores... or their eyes.

the half orc comes over to assist the feeble woman back to her chair.

we have to root out the cause of this negative energy.  That is if you are to get your supplies and we continue to live.  I believe it stems from one singular source, but I can not discern from where it originates.  We can house you for as long as you need.  Feed you supper tonight, yes?  I’m sure Charles is already taking your animals to the stable.  I know I can not go with you, but I will help you if I can.

Ragnir: (to everyone) "Shemenara, you prefer it if we go after the corruption than stay here and help protect the village?"

“I may be old, but I have a few tricks up my sleeve left.  We can protect ourselves.”

Hermenor asks: “What kind of lead can you give us? Any place or direction we should investigate first?”

“Hmmm”. Shremenara grunts as she thinks.  “Some points of interest are the Sun Grotto, this is where we gather the supplies your group requires.  You will need a guild to get there.  There is also the Stillwater Cave,  the mouth of a cave sprouting near a dead spring.  That’s further north from here.  They may yield clues, but I believe the plague will get worse the closer to its epicenter.  You may be able to follow the signs among the forest, if any of you are adept at that.”

"I may still remember a thing or two from my childhood in the woods, before the sea adopted me," Hermenor says out loud, although he meant to only think that internally.

(to the party): "It sounds like the grotto is closer. Perhaps we should start there."

(to Shremenara): "What do you mean by 'we need a guild to get there'?"

Ragnir: (to the party) "Thats fine by me. We rest up and get a fresh start in the morning. If this problem is really from an evil source, i could detect it if we get close to it."

Tyr just nodded "Can't just stand by and watch good people suffer - it's agreed we head out tomorrow."

“The glen draws near to the Feywild.  It’s easy to wander and get lost into the Fey if you are unfamiliar with these lands.  Shayna can escort you if that’s the path you choose.”  Shranemara nods over to the half orc. 

“That should be fine,” Hermenor agrees.

(OOC: what time of the day is it right now?)

(About noon)

(i thought you said we only had 4 hours of daylight left?)

You traveled and then slept for the night,  you got shot at the next day.  Post 258

(oh, so we got a long rest?)

You leave the tent of Shranemara.  Being led by Shayna, you move through the town moving through the rows and rows of houses and huts like rings on a tree.  Getting a couple of nods from the townspeople.  You see the same firbolg sitting on a seat drinking from a small keg.  You make your way into the forest.

She moves quickly and quietly.  There is no path, navigating through the thick brush.  There are small signs of previous passage, but the plants seem to grow very quickly; hiding the signs of previous journeys.  Two hours go by, she doesnt say a word unless spoken to.  Suddenly she stops in her tracks and squats down, motioning for you to follow suit.

You hear roaring a short distance away (50 feet).  As you peer over the sturdy shoulder of Shayna you see a large bear, pacing around the mouth of a cave.  Shaking it’s head as it walks back in forth.  It lifts its paw up to its face, smearing a black sludge across the honey brown snout.  The sludge is coming from its eyes.

“Should we put it down?” Hermenor asks Shayna but also the rest of the group, conscious that his hit-first-ask-later approach last time was perhaps not the best option. 

Ragnir: (to the party) "If we can't help it, that might be the kindest thing we can do."

Tyr just looked at them and then the bear "It might attack us and put us worst for the mission later on. We may do more good by ignoring it and continuing on to cure whatever is causing this."