"Agreed, Bear... Let's try to follow up on the priestess' task in Conyberry and see if anything else arises." Doc says with a nod, preparing to depart the town.

Shamash has been struggling with the uncertainty of their next task, but as soon as Doc proposes a concrete task, his gaze sets to determination. "Agreed, let us help the priestess out." He tightens his armor in preparation.

The group leaves Orlane, travelling along the Triboar trail. Eventually, they come to the ruins of Conyberry. The buildings are torn down and not little is left of the town.
An old trail leads northwest, towards the Neverwinter Woods. The forest grows dark and still as the trail winds deeper into the trees. Heavy vines and thick layers of moss drape the branches, and the air is noticeably colder than it was in the ruined village. Rounding a bend in the trail, you see a screen made from the warped branches of trees standing close together, woven into a domelike shelter in the shadows. A low doorway leads inside.

   Yes will lift a thick fist up as they approach this strange new structure, hoping to halt the party in their step. He will mutter a quick prayer to Tymora under his breath before hefting a single javelin into hand. The Goliath will slowly approach the open doorway looking for any sign of anything or anyone in or around this new area. 

Perception:21

Yed slowly approaches the doorway, javelin ready for any surprises. A home of sorts is sheltered within the dome of woven branches. It is sparsely furnished with chests, shelves, a table, and a reclined couch, all of it old and of elven craft. It seems deserted.

A few seconds after you step through the doorway, the air grows cold, and a powerful feeling of dread grips you. A cold, pale light flickers in the air, rapidly taking on the form of a female elf, her hair and robes waving in a spectral wind. She might have been beautiful once, but a hateful expression twists her features now. “Foolish mortals,” she snarls. “What do you want here? Do you not know it is death to seek me out?”

“Greetings spirit,” Doc says stepping forward. “Truly it would be unwise to approach unknowingly but we are here with a purpose. First, Allow me the opportunity to present you with this fine comb as tribute.”

Agatha eyes the silver comb greedily. It shines bright for a moment, then disappears from Doc’s hand. It reappears, translucent, in the banshee’s ghostly hand. The ghostly figure smiles with cold amusement. “Very well,” she says. “I know that you seek many things. You may ask me any one question, and I will give you an answer. Think carefully, mortal. I do not like to be asked frivolous questions.”

Internally, Doc struggles with the need to know the way to Gundren and ultimately Aid his friend’s goals; but he shakes his head and sighs. They gave their word to the priestess.

”We wish to know the location of Bowgentle’s spellbook. We were told you might know.”

Big Bear is visibly uncomfortable around the Banshee having heard many ghost stories over the years of their life draining properties, letting Doc do all the talking.

The banshee laughs. “You seek Bowgentle’s magical lore? It is far beyond your pitiful minds, but I will answer your question nonetheless. Bowgentle’s spellbook is in the possession of the necromancer Tsernoth, in the city of Iriaebor.”

Agatha’s face becomes even more threatening as she grows long fangs. “I have answered your question, now leave before I change my mind about killing you.”

Big Bear rushes the party out of the hut with a “Nope nope nope.” He shakes off the Heeby jeebys before asking, “Where the heck is this city of Iriaebor?”

"Thank you, good Agatha." Doc says, with a polite bow. He adjusts his glasses. "If it is not too much to ask, would there be a task we might perform on your behalf that might earn us the answer to another question? Besides the question of asking if we might request other answered questions, that is." 

He says with a mild smirk, even though the seasoned doctor feels a cold sweat rolling down his temple.

    Yed shifts his form uncomfortably as he watches Doc converse with this spirit that seems to exude power. He remains near the back of Doc, his arms at his sides but still gripping the javelin tightly in his nervousness. Looking at the ground most of the time, he feels the blood pumping in his ears as he waits for the moment they can leave. Prepared to help if needed, Yed will mostly take a backseat as Doc asks her if they may earn more answers from her. The hairs on the back his neck rise as he thinks of what she may ask of them.

Agatha snarls at you. “You seek to steal more of my knowledge? How greedy you are!”

Agatha disappears, although the vicious chill lingers around you.

Shamash finally breathes.

"Well, that will do then. Shall we head towards Wyvern Tor that the townmaster mentioned and deal with the orc marauders before returning to town?"

Having gotten what they could out of Agatha, the group decides it’s time time to move on. After your long journey here, the sun is getting low in the sky.

(You each gain 50XP.)

“I agree, I’m anxious to feel useful.” Big bear adjusts his pack as they head out.

Wyvern Tor is a large rocky crag due south of Conyberry, in the foothills of the Sword Mountains. It’s large enough that, even though you are still quite far away, you glimpsed it from the road several times already. The orc raider camp is supposedly somewhere near it. The group decides that dealing with the orcs will be their next objective. You begin marching again, this time through the wilderness. Gradually hills rise up around you as you steadily approach the mountains.

When you’re about halfway to Wyvern Tor, you come across a strange sight. As you crest a low ridge, you spy the crumbling ruins of an old watchtower standing amid the rugged hills. The place is so old that the walls are only mounds of rubble enclosing a courtyard of sorts, adjacent to the broken stump of an old tower. A colorful tent has been set up in the middle of the courtyard, but no one is in sight. An awful smell of decay and death wafts towards you from the tower.

"Stay low everyone." Doc says, his face crinkling with the stench. He tries to proceed cautiously towards the tent.

Stealth:
28