Yeemik just makes an uncomfortable face at mention of another god saving him but just looks down at the ground and, after a moment, asks "now what?"

"We're going to take a rest," Elra says. "Then we're going to make sure you guys have your castle free of bugbears."

Yeemik looks at his fellow goblins and says "we can help, if you help us keep the other goblins safe."  The others seem to be willing to follow his lead.

"Might want to do it before the dragon comes though, or after."

"Dragon?"

The other goblins look at Yeemik with surprise but he gives them a dismissive hand wave.  The goblin leader seems to have enough energy now to at least have a conversation.

"Yeah, he comes just after dark some nights.  Wants food and is always asking for the Spider, but I don't think they've met."  He shrugs.  "Not sure why."

"So do you think we should wait till after he shows up?"

 "Ehhhhh, you could, but then eventually Targor's patrol would return from pillaging caravans along the main road.  You'd probably have some time between though.  Hard to say."

The other goblins look at Yeemik with surprise that he's giving up all of the intel, but then they look at each other and shrug, again preferring to just follow Yeemik's lead.

Elra nods, "Well, thanks for the information. If there's anything else you can think of that might be useful later on you can tell any of us. I'll let you rest now."

"I must admit...*cough*...*cough*...that once the Spider mentioned...*cough*...*cough*...the dragon that I thought it might be possible...*cough*...*cough*...to convince the dragon to...*cough*...*cough*...fight with us against...*cough*...*cough*...the Spider. But given how dragons...*cough*...*cough*...are legendarily capricious...*cough*...*cough*...I'm rethinking that option...*cough*...*cough*..."

"... Arvel... are you okay?" Elra asks, walking over to him

"I'll be fine...*cough*...*cough*...in a bit...I'll just..."

The charlatan's demeanor changes, he seems...meeker? His clothing changes as his armor shifts to the raiment of an Acolyte of Oghma.

"...I'll just be over here taking copious notes about my new symptoms. Maybe I should send the diagnosis back to the Loremaster? Does anyone think that might be a good idea? Am I talking too much again? Sorry if I am. Sorry. I'll stop. Sorry. Sorry." 

He stops and looks at himself. His eyes go wide as he takes in what he's said and done. He shakes off the illusion.

"Dammit."

"Arvel?" Elra seems even more confused. "Are you alright," she makes it about 2-3 feet away from him before stopping in her tracts. "That's... not normal..."

Arvel's visage shifts again, this time resembling technoarcanic armor.

"Normal? Well, the artificers of Lantan have studied methods for recording vocal imprints and then infusing them into chokers that can allow the wearer to mimic the vocalizations of those who have been recorded. It's quite a fascinating field and the lattice of delicate metal required to reproduce the precise sonic signature is quite difficult to manufacture."

The charlatan slaps his hand over his mouth and clears his throat. His eyes are wide with panic.

"Hold on, I'll get this under control in a moment."

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...before stopping in her tracts.

 (OOC: Unintentional cleric pun!)

"Arvel are you trying to be funny?" Elra asks.

(Cant roll right now so im running Elra's passive insight)

Arvel purses his lips shut and holds up a finger as if he's carefully considering his next words. He swallows nervously several times before...

"Not trying to be funny, it's just..."

He suddenly hunches his shoulders and begins looking around with a paranoid air. His armor takes on the same shade as Zeke's skin. His cape billows and resemble wings for just a moment.

"...possibly a nefarious influence from an unseen enemy! I blame myself for my lack of vigilance. I'll reconnoiter the perimeter again and then double back to clear our trail and make sure we aren't being followed."

He shakes himself back to normal.

"Okay, okay. I've almost got it. It's usually like this when She does this sort of thing. I think She finds it hilarious."

"She thinks playing a mean joke is funny?"

"The joke is on me, embarrassing myself in front of my friends. I'll get it under control here. Let me try something."

Arvel looks over at Tarja.

"I'm just going to do your voice. I'm not imitating your personality, just the voice. I just need to focus. Focus."

"OK. I think I've got a hold on it."

While Arvel puts on a show two of the goblins stand and start nodding to Yeemik that it would be a good time to leave.   Stealth: 18

Yeemik however shakes his head no at them and then keeps watching Arvel's display.

"Are you sure?" Elra asks, not really sure what else she could do to help.