Arvel, not wishing to dream or be unconscious, sits down with Elra's book. Retrieving a pen and ink from his forgery kit, the nib hovers above the empty page as he struggles to find the words that just aren't coming. The charlatan makes a single stroke, just to mar the emptiness. Then another and another. After almost an hour goes by, he blows gently to dry the ink and quietly closes the book and slips it back into Elra's pack.

OOC:(I'm going to take that 8 slight of hand as Arvel jostling Elra awake)

Elra blinks a few times and yawns, stretching her arms out. "Oh, hello," she looks to Arvel and smiles. "Get all your thoughts out?"

Arvel just winks and smiles.

Elra laughs a little, "I'll take that as a yes, um," she looks around to see if anyone's paying attention. "I have a... bit of an odd question. You don't have to answer it, but I was a little curious."

"You remember the deal. I'll answer what I can, if I can."

"I heard you say a name?" Elra looks around to make sure the rest of the party isn't paying attention or still sleeping. "I didn't hear the whole thing, but it started with an L I think. Is she... you know... you probably can't answer that question... um never mind I don't need to know..."

Zeke seems to have been lost in a daze.  He's clearly beyond the edge of his capacity, bleeding freely from his eyes and ears from the thunderclaps in the darkness, the Teifling stumbles back towards the main party.   Hearing Ethan and Tarja's assessment the barbarian can only nod and stumble ahead of the party, sweeping the ground in front of them as he goes.

For just a moment, a flicker really, Arvel's golden eyes are blue. His hair is crispy, as if it's been dyed and re-dyed too many times. His upper lip is red from too much spirit gum. Once the flicker passes and his looks reassert themselves, he gazes off into the distance.

"The age old question. 'Who are we to anyone?' To most, we are no one. To some, we are a great many things. And, sometimes, to one person we can be...

...and that's who she was. No one. Someone. Every...

...everything.

And then? In a snap, we're gone. We're nothing to no one. That's who she is now. Nothing. No one."

Elra looks at Arvel concerned, she reaches a hand out to touch him on the shoulder, but stops herself halfway there. "Ya... that's what I thought... sorry for asking," she says, letting her hand drop. "but is she-" she stops herself, "but it's your turn to ask a question now... if you still want to..."

The charlatan chuckles.

"Alright. So, why are you so afraid of spiders? You know that they don't eat bookworms, right?"

"I... when I was super duper young, and Loremaster Altervast was just a Brother and we were living at the other temple I, got caught out of bed when I wasn't suppose to. One of the other sisters got really mad at me. I know it was an illusion now, but she made me think that I was, trapped in a room full of spiders. I've never seen Loremaster Altervast so angry as I did when he finally got into the room," Elra says, rubbing her hands on her legs. "I didn't quite remember how scared I was until we were trapped in that cave. It was like when I was a kid."

"Yeah, nuns. Been there. Sisterhood of Tyr, remember?"

"She wasnt a nun," Elra explains. "Oghma doesn't really have nuns. We're all just acolytes, brothers and sisters seeking out knowedge for Him. Come to think of it..." she stops to think. "I'm not even sure if she was a Sister at the temple... I'd never seen her before, and I never saw her again..."

 Tarja spends the break looking for spiders in the trees. Not as enemies, but just seeing if she can spot any just going about their daily spider lives. She sits down with her back to the cliff and has a quick bite to eat.

Ethan finally notices the state Zeke is in and comes over to help his friend get settled for the rest.

Seeing Zeke is both physically and mentally spent, Ethan helps Zeke see to his injuries, before doing the same for himself.

Ethan's Eldritch Canon, stands ready facing out from the cliff, until just before an hour has passed, when it destabilises, turning to ash and fading away.

(DirePilgrim don't forget to have Zeke spend some hit dice for healing, along with any other resources you get back)

Fae sighs and takes a seat in the closest thing to a shadowed corner. She’ll throw her hood up with Edgar perched on her head and take her rest. 

Hit dice: 4

OOC:(I somehow got through that whole fight without getting hurt so no hit dice for me! Granted, nothing else resets for me besides channel divinity and i havent used that today)

Zeke gratefully takes Ethan's help, sitting as the group settles down and starting the calming breathing he was taught in the temple.  The calming ritual designed to bring him back to himself and beginning to repair the damage done to his physical form.

The group sits with their backs to the stone and rests for an hour without interruption.  Quite a few webs are around and Tarja has some trouble but does spot a spider hiding away now and again.  With the goblins nearby the party still has not been attacked other than when their new drow nemesis has commanded it directly.  The two conscious goblins look over the unconscious Yeemik with concern and eventually the one that arrived with the Spider says "do you have anything for him?"  "Who are you, any way?"

Elra looks over to them. "I would help, but I'm spent as it is. He'll live, though, don't worry. It might just take some time for him to wake up. I'm Elra, acolyte of Oghma. And you are?"