Zaf: It's like a regular weasel, but big. It's carnivorous and a creature of that size would likely focus on livestock, which would easily frustrate local farmers. Other than that, there's not much special about it.

Should Rose still want it, Jirel would give up one of her meat pies for the firblog. 

Jasun waited patiently for the results, but, truth be told, he couldn't wait to get into more trouble.

Rose sets down the meat pie and you wait for an hour, but the weasel does not show up.

Area M1

More than a dozen boulder-sized chunks of ice litter the clearing ahead where a strange hut sits perched on tree trunks atop a raised mound of snow-covered earth. As you enter the clearing, you see a shivering Ulfen girl, about seven years old. “I’m sorry! Don’t hurt me! I never meant to call you names!" 

Interacting with the girl will require a DC15 Persuasion check.

"Heavens above, child, what are you doing in this terrible cold?" Jasun said, slowly approaching her. "We won't hurt, you, or..take offense to the names..you called us?" he says in a very questioning manner. He turns to the group quickly as if to say what names?

Persuasion: 5

Not very convincing. Of course.

"I believe she is mistaking us with another. Though, I can see why." Zaf said jokingly, looking over the motley crew of giants, elves, bird boi, and silvered-haired maybe witch. "Greetings again, assuming we have met before, and simply not remember it. A feeling I'm quite used to, which the Lady Butterfly can most certainly attest to. Especially considering how often I seek her guidance as much as I do.." He chuckles. "I am Zaf. But, who might you be? And is that your home, little one?" He asked, gesturing to the hut on the hill.

Persuasion: 7.

Both of you fail to calm the child and she flees deeper into the boulder-filled clearing.

Jasun flops his arms in defeat. "No..wait..stop." he says, sarcastically. Then turns to the others with a look of innocence and shrugs.

Jirel would return the shrug, then continue in the direction the child fled.

Rose certainly wasn't one for talking, so she allowed the more charismatic of the bunch do the talking... but it didn't seem to have worked at all seeing how quickly the child fled away from them. "W-wait--!" Without a moment's hesitation, Rose runs after her.

Jasun would startle as Rose took off, not thinking she would do that. So, she took off after her too. 

You meet the child again in the middle of the boulders, and once again she speaks. “Please don’t keep me here. It’s so cold. I miss my mother."

(Are we being baited? Is she actually a child? Insight? Perception?)

Jirel would focus her eyes on the young child's body language.

Insight: 10
Perception: 7

The goliath would scratch the back of her head and grunt. She knows nothing of children. Jirel would look to Rose, expecting her to pull out a magical fur cloak like she has with the others to offer the child warmth.

It's a child. Looks pretty scared.

"I'm not the best with children." Jasun admits, wondering what to do. Then, for shits, "Come with us, child, we won't harm you. Where is your mother?"

Rose is able to get a closer observation of the child as she slows down to a jog while approaching her now. Her lips thin into a frown when she realizes this child isn't living anymore, though thankfully, benevolent. The firbolg gets down onto one knee to get to eye level with the child. "I-I know you must be scared... What's your name?" She puts a hand to her chest. "My name is Rose." She then gestures to the others. "And these are my... my friends. We're here to help you. W-where... where did they keep you?"

Persuasion: 19

(I JUST WANNA HELP A CHILD DICE ROLLER)

Jasun physically cringes at how awful that attempt was. But, Rose was doing her best.

The child flees again. Maybe Sera can get it next time.

Jasun facepalms. He mumbles a soft swear word through his hand.

Sera grits her teeth. "This is not going to end well," she mutters as they chase after the kid.