Dreams Into Journey

"We are fine." Lia calls back. "Want us to open them so you can come in?"

Gulgus

Gulgus, hearing Cree's voice outside, makes a sheepish look and whispers, "I kinna forgot about him bein' out there...I blame old age."  He looks to Lia with a grin, "What's ye excuse?"

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"Normally, I wouldn't mind too much 'bout my clients wanderin' not too far. But, as far as we know, there might be more o' what y'all you just fought and gods know what else lurking somewhere. An' it's not just that alone. That huge hole in the desert we passed a ways back makes me more wary than usual." Cree says. "So, yes, since you were able to close it, would you mind openin' up again to let me an' Scath in?"

Approaching the outside of the lonely butte, a tiefling with blue-tinted skin a large breastplate covering his chest and a flail hanging from his side glides down to the ground on a pair of winged boots. "Hello there," he says kindly to the fire genasi standing outside, "I was just out searching for a group of people that were said to have come out this way when I came upon this construction," He says gesturing to the building in front of them, "My throat is unbearably sore and so I don't suppose you lot have a bit of water to lend? This breastplate is not doing much in the ways of keeping me cool!" Pausing for a response he shakes his head and amends himself, "Where are my manners!? The name is Kysdiane, although I might be able to hold a better conversation with some liquid in my throat. I also have a couple of companions, they should be along in just a moment." As he says this, he glances over his shoulder to see if his two compatriots have arrived.

A Wrinkled, old, Eladrin rushes up to Kysdiane "Thirsty dear? Just a moment!" She takes out her Alchemy Jug and starts pouring water in a goblet. She hands the water too Kysdiane, then turns too the fire Genasi "Do you have a fever? Your forehead is quite, red." 

"You've had that the whole time!" Kysdiane exclaims almost frustrated. He then takes a large gulp of the water and whatever frustration was previously there dissipates in a heartbeat. "Thank you... Hey... You don't suppose these are the people we were supposed to find do you?"

"No, I made her last night. I like her don't you? Her name is Martha." Avia affectionately clutches her Alchemy Jug. "Perhaps they are, but you never know."

"Pleasure to meet you, I'm Renata Foillero," A human woman comes up behind Kysdiane, and politely greets the fire genasi, "we were hired by the townspeople of Razzel's Edge to look for a group of travellers on their way to the Shestani Salt Flats," she takes off the hood of her brightly-colored cloak, sewn with many eyes of the knowledgeable Savras, revealing her long, smooth chestnut hair. "As my two companions had pointed out, wouldn't you happen to be the guide - Cree - of the group of travellers we have been seeking?"

"That I am! My clients are just inside of... Well, I would hardy call this a butte, now. Quite honestly, I have no idea what to call it. I reckon it's something you oughta see for yourself." Cree confirms. "Y'all probably saw it close just a couple minutes ago as you were approachin'."

As if right on cue, the doors reopen.  Revealing a silver-haired half-elf (Lia) and a dwarf in leathers (Gulgus). As well as their elven benfactor, Nessarian.

Inside are also a five of constructs that have the appearance of birds but are much larger and have much different shapes. One of them looking like it was recently restored.

"Hello! Lovely constructs you have there! Pardon me for asking but where did you find those?" Avia steps forward towards the birds.

"Wow!" Kysdiane exclaims seeing the contraptions, "Those look... complicated." He wanders around the inside of the area taking in the rest of the contraptions before asking, "Are you planning on repairing the other ones?"

Gulgus

Gulgus, an old white bearded dwarf gingerly comes out from the butte's entrance squinting at the transition from dim lighting to daylight. "Me name be Gulgus...pleased ta meet ya!  As for tha cumbersome contraptions in there, I be as lost as Autumn's leaves when tha North wind rages. Ye'll have ta depend on tha lovely Lia, me half-elven companion. She be as bright as a new button on tha confounded devices!"

"I wouldn't say that." Lia says, stepping out to meet the newcomers. "I am Lia, and, yes the plan is to restore the others, but not sure if we can..." She sighs. "Our old companions, who wandered away rather suddenly, were the ones who did most of the work you see..." She moves back to the harrier and places a hand on it possessively. "We got this one repared though, and still need to look around more, having just found that strange chamber over there..." She nods to a small box to one side of the area.

"Repairing these was not the original intention, but seems to be necessary for what we need them for." Nessarian says. "We are trying to search for a flying library. Evidently, therein lies some secret that would counter a dragon that aims to resurrect itself."

"We came here to try to find a being called the Steelscream Hawk. But as you can see, the truth of the matter is more than what we anticipated. In fact, there may be one other flying machine somewhere here if the number of tomes regarding them is to be believed." Nessarian gestures to the six tomes.

"Interesting... Very interesting. " Avia introduces herself and looks over the constructs "Is there anything we can do to help? Need some provisions? Food? Water? I might be able to repair those birds too." She then pours some more water out of her alchemy jug into little cups and hands them to everyone.

Gulgus

"Well all signs point toward number six bein' our lucky number and tha Steelscream Hawk o' which we be lookin'! Maybe she lies just ahead." Gulgus adds.  He then motions for the others to go in ahead of him while he follows.  He looks at Avia and gives her a wink as he says, "Ye be a sight for me ole eyes! Sometimes it be like I'm tha only one with white hair and wrinkles not sittin' in tha rocker in front o' tha fireplace."

"Why thank you! Here have this." Avia digs around in her pack for a something. She then produces a sweet smelling thing wrapped in some paper.

(A cookie that gives 2 temp hit points.)