The Summit Road Campaign Thread

Hama looks down. "I...I think you could get some from the washlines." She gives you directions to said washlines.

Caelius smiles softly at Hama and signs,

 Caelius is also going to do an Insight check: 21 

OOC: Caelius is unable to get anything from his Insight check. Hama is either the best liar in the world, or just too nervous to even think about deceiving you.

"H-He s-says Th-Thank y-you," Taran translates going over the directions in his head, "I-It's h-hard, b-but th-the r-right th-thing is. D-Do y-you h-have an-anything t-to a-add, an-anything else w-we c-could d-do to k-keep everyone safe?"

Hama bites her lip, then shakes her head. "No...I'm sorry. Oh! Lord Sulatesh makes rounds through the dungeon each evening before the dinner period."

 Taran nods his head, "O-Okay, s-s-so d-d-during d-d-dinner w-w-would be a g-g-good t-time b-because h-he's b-busy? A-Are th-there l-less g-guards th-then? W-We," Taran ooks down at the table, "W-We d-d-don't w-want an-anyone g-g-getting hurt if w-we c-can a-avoid it."

Hama shakes her head. "The number of guards never changes. And the dinner period is likely when he'll be most relaxed...but of course I don't claim to know the mind of an Inspired..." She quickly ducks her head.

Caelius nods solemnly and signs,

 He turns to Taran and continues signing,

 Taran signs back

 Turning back to Hama, he nods his head. "W-W-We b-b-both th-thank you v-very much. Y-Your in-insights a-are v-very h-helpful. O-Our f-full g-group w-will ar-arrive t-t-tomorrow at d-d-dinner. I-I w-will th-thank y-you f-for th-the h-herbs s-so you kn-know it is us. N-Now w-w-we w-will v-v-visit the w-washing l-lines to a-acquire the ex-extra uniforms."

Hama nods, then suddenly stiffens. "Do...you want me to come with you?" she squeaks.

Taran rapidly shakes his head, "N-N-N-No, w-w-we sh-should be able to f-f-find the w-washing l-lines by our-ourselves, o-or y-you c-could j-just g-give us s-simple d-directions, and I-I imagine y-you h-have to g-g-get back to w-work. Th-Thank y-you f-for the o-offer though, M-Miss H-Hama."

Hama nods, ducking her head (OOC: Remember, she already gave you directions). "Good luck."

"H-Hopefully w-w-we d-don't n-need it," Taran says as he gathers everyone's dishes and looks to Liira and Caelius to see if they are ready to leave.

Liira, who's been keeping an eye on the other diners to make sure nobody sneaks up, gives you both a nod.

Caelius nods to Liira, and bows his head to Hama.

Getting up, Taran begins heading for the wash area, keeping an eye out for anyone who might be following them or suspicious of them.

OOC: Okay, you two. Either you both make Stealth checks and I take the average, or one of you makes a Stealth with advantage. On a success, you are able to get the uniforms without arousing suspicion. On a fail, stuff happens.

Back at the caves Vishal gives Ryder a light smile before saying, “I’m not going to force you to talk to me or anything. I am curious about what you plan to do after this though. You can become a refugee. And you won’t have to fight. It’s up to you though. Think about it.” 

Ryder leans back against the cave wall. "I have no idea what I'm going to do," he admits quietly.

Vishal just nods and says, “Well....you’re always welcomed to travel back with us and decide later. Uhhhh.....obviously going back all the way our superiors will probably have you quarantined and questioned for a bit. You understand. This wasn’t suppose to be a getting refugee mission.”