Elra gets an unnaturally warm and satisfied feeling when she touches the bowl, a feeling that seems to extend beyond her own body in some way.

Elra lifts it up so it's sitting upright, picking it up as best she can and carrying/dragging it away from the shrine to Maglubiyet. 

The warm satisfaction persists and Elra finds the brasier to be quite filthy but sturdy and undamaged.  It's a sizable object that is somewhat heavy, but nothing the party can't move around with relative ease even if it takes two people to lift off the ground without trouble.

Fae would glance up from the book to Elra, "Thank you Elra. I am quite familiar with how to read a wizards spellbook." She'd glance down at her own before looking back to the one in front of her. "Gnomish is a language I've yet to master without the use of language comprehension magic. Are you fluent?" The wizard only needed some quiet study time set aside to figure it out herself, but if one of her friends were fluent in the language, she would welcome a translation partner.

For now though, Yeemik reminds them that they need to prepare for Bugbears, and even a dragon. With those thoughts, Fae would tuck away Fablen's spellbook for the time being to focus on the next steps of their predicament. She'll look to meet Zeke's gaze, then back to Yeemik before stepping forward "I'll meet with this dragon."

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(Guh... I'm too slow again...)

(It's not that you're too slow Fae, I just spend too much time on this website with all my classes online now.)

(Too slow?  Nothing wrong with joining in with Elra and others regarding the Oghma stuff, etc.  That brasier could sure use a cleaning, to start! ;) )

"You want to MEET the dragon?!"  Yeemik seems like he can't comprehend why she would want to meet the creature.

Once the brazier is out of sight of the shrine, Elra will go looking for Fae and the rest of the party.

Seeing Elra attempt to move the brazier, Zeke steps forward and lifts the ritual item in his arms, carrying gingerly as one would a wounded comrade or a small child.  Following Elra's directions, he gets back to the throne room just in time to hear Fae's declaration.  Locking eyes with her, the barbarian takes the measure of her resolve and sees the steel underneath.  A curt nod, and he slides his shield down into place and lets his hand drift to the hilt of his blade.

Yeemik, what do I need to know about this dragon to keep her safe?'

Yeemik starts to panic a bit, which is saying something because he's handled himself fairly well considering all he's been through since he met the party.

"WHY?  WHY do you want to meet the dragon?  He'll probably eat you and then you won't be able to keep your promise and help us get rid of Targor and the others!"

Elra fills the braizer bowl with water, silently apologizing for using the braizer like that. Once it's filled with clean water, she dips a corner of her old travelling cloak into the water and starts trying to clean the grime off of it.

"Oh, Yeemik of little faith. We dealt with Klarg. We dealt with Grol. We will deal with Targor. We can deal with a dragon."

What does the dragon usually want? Does he just try to feed here? We've got some recently killed Bugbear and Owlbear, wonder if that's to his taste.

...and there aren't any secret gold stores around, I hope. That would get us in a lot of trouble right quick.

"He...he..just asks for the Spider and wants to know where he went.  I think he to want to make it clear that this is his territory now too.  We usually try to play dumb and say the Spider isn't here, but I think he knows we're lying."

"Well...

"...small wretch. You shan't be lying any longer. The Spider is, indeed, here. And I shall speak with the mighty dragon!"

Yeemik covers his face with his hands and just starts mumbling to himself "this is bad, this is bad..."

A second later some of the other goblins return from the south west tower, the one now claimed by the displacer beast.  They are holding the robe Azzinax was wearing and tell Yeemik "he wasn't there, just his robe up on a ledge."  "No blood."

Ethan starts to get a good read on the shield's magic.  The unique nature of a sentient item leaves some evidence of the magic allowing the consciousness to sense and communicate.  Additionally, as Ethan experienced when first touching the shield, it seems to be able to vibrate or even move itself ever so slightly, such as in fear of being harmed.  He also discerns that one could bond with the shield and some sort of connection might be formed, but it is difficult to conclude exactly what that might accomplish.

(mechanics of shield: -4 AC 'magical' effect for net of -2 AC total (since a mundane shield provides +2 bonus) whether attuned or not, Attunement also an option) (...weird, I know :)  )

The shield is still mumbling to itself (as per the last shield post with a block of blue text) "the fear, the fear.... a shadow.... trying to hurt him...what will hurt him....the shadow...shadow of what?  wait is it..was it... the shadow of..."

Meanwhile Gundren comes crawling to the door of his prison and pokes his head out with wide eyes and a blank stare.  His voice quavers "Tharden, are you there?  Nundro?"

((Assuming Zeke brought it into the throne room))

"Gundren!" Elra says, standing up from her cleaning. "Are you alright?" she teeters between rushing over to check on him and letting him have his space.

"You really are in a sorry state aren't you?"

"I think I'm going to need to attune with you to learn the extent of your condition, but that will have to wait."

"Do you mind if I put you in a nice safe place where you will be hidden from danger?"

Ethan will put the shield into his gauntlets storage, if the shield is willing.

Ethan picks up the half plate armour and Sildar's things and stores them away in his gauntlet.

Ethan looks up and notices Gundren has joined the group.

Ethan rummages around in his gauntlet and pulls out an embroidered coin purse and hands it to Gundren.

Ethan is subdued as he speaks to Gundren, unsure how to act around his traumatised friend.

"Here Gundren, we found some of your things when we were searching for you."

"Some of your jewellery is inside."