Meep pants tiredly as she scrambles onto the caravan with help. " Thank you for not leaving me behind.... Phoooo... Jumping takes a lot of energy for very little distance..."

"Of course, gorf! Misha would never leave or let anyone leave someone behind." she turned to Allynna. "So." Misha said, her armor snapping away and getting comfortable in her regular top and shorts. The caravan continued to Baldur's Gate. "Allynna. Eet looks like fate has brought you to us, an opportunity, to head back home, you say, to Baldur's Gate. Why don't you tell us something about yourself. Thees way we will be friends, and strangers no longer."

Don't tell them about me.

I would never. Allynna smiles. "I play viol. That's why I was here in Elturel, actually, playing some concerts."

"Ah!" Misha said, nodding sagely. Expecting more, but when Allynna stopped talking, there was a few moments of awkward silence and Misha knew at that point, she supposed, that that was the end of that conversation. "What about you, Perhasselhoff?" she inquired. "Tell us more about you."

While Misha converses with Allynna and Persephone, Jill turns towards the Hiriarts. "Neither of you would happen to have a spare piece of parchment and a writing utensil on your person, would you? I just need it to write a quick letter to a friend."

Amelia noticed Jill's silence, watching how the teen had been nervously fiddling with her holy symbol, but she said nothing of it until approached. She listened to the others conversations, albeit cut short, yet she seemed invested in them none the less. Corrin was bouncing in her seat again, she also listening to the get to know each other conversations going about the wagon. Amelia was the one who heard Jill's inquiry, the blonde searching in her pack for her journal, pulling it out and carefully ripping out a blank page before handing it to her. When she takes the paper she puts away the journal and takes out a pencil, handing it to her as well. "There you go."

"Merci.*

Jill takes the paper and pencil and begins to write a letter. Jill is incredibly focused as she writes the letter, not paying attention to anyone or anything else as she focuses on the task at hand. 

 *-Thanks

EPISODE ELEVEN - MY BROTHER'S KEEPER

Following the River Chionthar west, we were days away from Baldur's Gate, our final destination. Our last stop of civilization was Fort Morninglord, where the summer festival was in full swing. Fresh flower garlands were strung from building to building and the narrow cobblestone streets were packed with visitors. The air was humid and heady with the aroma of spices and treats. Children were clothed in whimsical costumes and played in the streets. As we took the time to relax, eat, and enjoy the festivities.

The Maker’s District in the city square was filled with artisanal shops of all kinds: luthiers, ceramicists, haberdashers, milliners, and more carried on the old traditions of their families, bringing beautiful creations to life. During the summer festival, they opened their doors to let in the pleasant weather and invite visitors to peruse their wares. One such shop, though, is boarded and abandoned. A faded wooden sign that reads “Sophie’s Toy Shop” swung mournfully in the balmy breeze, but the revelers in the square pay little mind to this relic of a bygone era, enraptured by jesters performing magical tricks to the delight of children.

A little girl of about eight came up to us, clearly we looked like outsiders, and she pleaded with us for assistance in some manner.

“Please, help me! My brother is asleep and I can’t wake him up!” she said.

"What happened to him? How did he fall into this sleep?"

Meep eyes the girl with slight worry, letting the girl answer Jill's questions. 

Insight on smol child: 13

Barely above a whisper, you can faintly make out Persephone singing to herself from the back of the group:

“Sleep my little baby-oh
Sleep until you waken
When you wake you'll see the world
If I'm not mistaken...

Kiss a lover
Dance a measure,
Find your name
And buried treasure...

Face your life
Its pain,
Its pleasure,
Leave no path untaken.”

Finally, more clearly and loudly, Persephone queries “Where is your brother now, child?”

Allynna watches the girl quietly. This is wasting time. And possibly a social trap. Who knows where she'll lead us?

She's a little girl in need of help, 'Lynna. The whole world isn't as two-faced as court.

...I guess you're right. Allynna gives the girl a small smile while she talks to Jill.

The little girl wears a faded red dress with a large bow; her brown hair is slightly mussed, curly strands pulled loose from her braid. She wears a dress made of thick velvet and is not quite a “summertime” ensemble. However, she doesn’t display discomfort at wearing such an outfit in hot weather.

"I am Chava!" she squeaks, tugging on Jills top, beckoning her to follow. "Come! I will show you!" she says. She walks with a strange shuffle. “The others are still sleeping, too.” she admits. You step into a musty artisan’s shop. Sunlight emanates through the front windows, illuminating the particles of dust in the air. A workbench in the middle of the front room is covered with rusted tools and the disassembled pieces of several toys. Other toys lay scattered around the shop, slumped over and covered in grime. "My mother has been gone for quite some time now, but i'm sure she'll come back soon!"

The shop contains two rooms; the front room that faces the street is the main work space and storefront, and a back room serves as storage.

DC 12 Intelligence (Investigation): ?????

Investigation: 9

Allynna follows, frowning faintly. Traaaaaap.

Paranooooid.

Can you blame me?

Investigation: 13

Several sets of tools in the shop, including artisan’s tools, tinker’s tools, and woodcarver’s tools. On the workbench is a small wooden wolf and in-progress carvings of a little girl, a sparrow, and a snake. A small closet beside the workbench contains cleaning supplies, aprons, scrap materials.

Alerted by the sound of someone coming in, a modron tridrone emerges from the back room aftera few moments. It looks first at the characters, and then to Chava. The construct speaks to Chava in Modron, clucking its tongue at her, and Chava responds in the same language; characters who know Modron can interpret the following conversation:

“You can’t just bring anyone in here!” says the tridrone. “What if you left and Sophie returned?”

“It’s okay!” Chava responds. “They are nice. They are here to help wake up Sasha!”

The tridone scowls mechanically and says, “Well, make sure they stay quiet, or they’ll wake the others, too.”

Chava continues to the back room and asks you all to follow. Although this room is smaller, it’s packed full of the toymaker’s creations, most of which are dolls, puppets, and modrons, all of which are inanimate. Slumped against the back wall is a large creature made of clay. Chava approaches the golem and pokes its arm; her finger leaves an indentation. “Sasha! We have visitors!” She frowns. “See? He won’t wake up!”

"Your brother...is a golem made out of clay?" Jill is very curious about the construct and the golem.

Persephone is a little freaked out by the walking and talking toys, as well as the clay humanoid.  She'll slowly back away to the rear of the group, and warily keep an eye on the little girl, as well as keeping an eye out for this obvious trap.

Investigation: 13

Perception: 8

"Yes!" Chava says, "Sasha has been asleep for too long!” But then she remembered something. "He loves his Wolfie! Can you find it for him? Maybe that will wake him up! He loves to play with it!”

 Search the shop to find "Wolfie". DC 15 Intelligence (Investigation): ?????

Meep looks around the quaint house curiously and quietly, staying near the back middle of the group. When the reach the clay golem, she peaks at it curiously. At the mention of finding the wolf toy, Meep looks around carefully. 

Investimagate: 17

"Nothing over here. Anyone else find anything?"