"Chaos, you say?" Geth replies, a twinkle in his eye. "Why, chaos happens to be my middle name! Well, not my given middle name. That's actually Gethany. I didn't care much for my given first name, which was Thelonious... People kept asking me if I was training to be a monk ---  I don't know what that was about --- so I go by Geth now. Geth Chaos Helder; that's me. In any case, I'd love to take that hat off your hands. I don't know why you're wearing a hat on your hands anyway."

He would also enjoy the cloak of billowing or the pipe of smoke monsters, unless somebody else had their eye on those.

Awww! I was this close to getting the hat to Geth as a gift! Oh well. 

I still got 2 sets of the Goblin poison, would that be enough to turn 1set of caltrops into poison caltrops?

When Obsben eventually gets the time to shop, he more than happily drops the coin to pick up a Pipe of Smoke Monsters , Cloak of Billowing,  Boots of False Tracks, intent on later gifting the boots to Boh, and Cloak to Scar. "You might not believe it. But trust 'ol Obsben here, these things fit you two to a tee, I do dare say. I mean imagine! You sneaking off and leaving false trails for a group of Orcs looking for easy prey. And you, scar! Imagine the image you'll project on demand!" He offers cheerily. 

Once all that business done Obsben, as well as some resupplying of rations and more, moves on to the temple, returning Cookie's blessing with a jump into her arms to hug! "Thankyou,Thankyou,Thankyou, Thankyou!! You have no idea how much this means to me, I do dare say!" 

Anton buys 250 additional feet of silk rope, two block and tackles and two climbers kits. These he stores in the bag of holding, just in case.  (102gp spent)

Scar will shop around but being sort of a simple creature, he will just purchase 9 more rations and then be on the look out for some healing potions if anyone around sells any.

He will then spend time guarding the "prisoners" and finding out what other rumors surrounding the Orc invasion there are or other creatures that are bothering the town.

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I still got 2 sets of the Goblin poison, would that be enough to turn 1set of caltrops into poison caltrops?

 One dose of poison cover 10 arrows (i think), so two would cover the 20 caltrops no problem. 

Scar discovers that the Orc raiders are attacking farms and travelers along the forest near the Stone Tooth Mountains, a few days ride to the East. The traveling merchants are headed in that direction but are very nervous about the raids. A short, balding human stammers, "Waukeen take all 'dem creatures to da nine hells. We would be glad to have ya...da Sundry Six, ya say..travel with our caravan. We'll take ya as far as needs takin'. We haven't got extra coin to pay, but it'll save yer feet the ache of walkin."

The rumor mill surrounding the Orcs is pretty standard. Talking to people around the Ol' Boar, you hear that the Orcs take everything and leave burning ruins; some say that the Orc only take people as food; One rumors says that the Orcs are led by an Ogre, but no one can claim to have seen the ogre; All stories have the Stone Tooth Mountains in common. 

Relaying the information to the group Scar will suggest traveling with the caravan. He is a bit grumpy about no extra coin but with the option to ride instead of walk, it does seem tempting, as we would probably be heading out that way anyway.

Anton agrees with Scar and readies his things for travel.

 "Onward!" Geth says, donning his hat and cloak. On the way out, he lifts his hat and speaks a single cryptic word, as a rat jumps out from under his hat and starts scurrying down the road. "Let's just give it a sporting head start... Okay, that should be enough. Breakfast time, Rhode!"

The owl swoops after the rat, catching up to it easily, and attempts to grab it in her claws.

Grapple: 8

Ratcrobatics: 13

but the rodent is too squirmy for the tiny owl.

"Ah well, maybe next time," Geth says, handing his familiar a bit of leftover meat from his own breakfast.

I will ask the traveling mearchent for food and drink while we travel with them as well as 10 rations and full water skins when we part. If we get attacked while traveling and we defeat the orcs, i will ask for 2 two man tents, 2 sets of calltrops and 2 bells and strings as compensation for the effort.

Bho- The merchant seems amenable to these terms. Though, "After you taste my cooking you might change your mind." He laughs heartily, "Our caravan leaves on the morrow. Be ready at seven bells."

Geth notices several of the caravan's younger crowd, apprentices more than likely, gawking at him and Rhode.

The caravan is a motley assortment of covered wagons and portable shopping stalls. Mostly human, with a elf or two, the crew and merchants wander to and fro checking and stowing equipment and goods. The man you spoke with yesterday, Berin is his name, approaches. He is wearing modest traveling clothes and a heavy grey cloak. "Lanthander's light to you all," Berin says, clapping his hands and rubbing them together in the brisk morning air, "We are almost ready to depart. We will be in the Stone Tooth range by midweek."

Just before you depart, you see Corkie guiding a visibly weakened Sharwyn Hucrele to the door of the temple. Sharwyn leans against the door and waves to you. 

Cass will approach Sharwyn, "Lookin a bit worse for wear aren't you? You doing okay?" His tone shifts from a serious one to try his attempt at good humor, "If you were a beast looking like that I'd put you down out of mercy!" he chuckles.

After so much running around Obsben still finds one more thing to hunt down and acquire. A simple pan flute to help channel all that he learned and thensome, as well as for leisurely time when smoking just won't do it. Though when all said and done, and following magical mcguffrinry, he waves to Berin and replied, "And may Big Mama's bounty ever fill your plates." He smiles brightly and offers a hand for a shake. "The name's Obsben, and it's.. i-its nice to you meet you." 

By Magic mcguffrinry, I mean casting mage armor on himself and turning his sorcerery points into a 1st level spell slot. And if allowed, it will be apart of his morning bit to always do both, as well as offer at least one casting of mage armor to a party member. 

Sharwyn weakly smiles and laughs at Geth, "The way I feel,  I would gladly welcome such mercy. Thank you so much for what you and your companions have done for my family."

A high pitched whistle slices through the morning air as the caravan begins rolling forward. Berin, walks the line one last time as the wagons roll past. He hops on the last carriage, taking his place next to a flame haired youth with a the faint shadow of a mustache. The youth offers the reins but Berin waves him off. 

Oakhurst slowly recedes into the forest and the sounds of civilization is overcome by chirping birds and the wind strumming tree branches.  The first day out is relatively uneventful. Someone in the caravan claims to have seen a giant bird circling high above, but is quickly dismissed. 

The caravan breaks for camp just off the main road. There is no room for the wagons in the trees, so they are parked along the roadside. The horses, freed of their burdens for the day, lazily search for tender tree shoots among the forest floor. A cook fire has been started and a wineskin is being passed around. People seem in good spirits. 

Geth turns to Anton and whispers, "She's worse than I thought. She has me confused for Cassius..."

OoC: I misread "Someone in the caravan claims to have seen a giant bird" as "Someone in the caravan claims to have been a giant bird"... Nobody believes druids!

Obsben had immediately tried searching the skies for the giant bird. What a meal that one would've made from the group?! He only commits to the search so far before shrugging it off with the rest. Once everyone breaks camp the halfling can be seen by the cookfire, eagerly offering his special seasoning and his expertise in the cooking field. Although he keeps an eye an ear out for any further talk about the bird. Namely just so he could call the one over who spoke of it to ask more about what it looked like!

During the trip, Anton passes the time toying with his rope.  It would appear to the casual observer that it's kind of his security blanket.

He happily demonstrates some rigging and knotting techniques to anyone who shows interest, but is equally content to fiddle and meditate.

Cassius removes his leather and accepts the mage armor casting and is excited by the prospect of a giant creature to hunt. His eyes rarely leave the sky.

roll to ascertain knowledge of large birds in the area or to figure out how to track it and if its dangerous: Nature 11 Survival: 12