The Coffin Man gestures towards the cards in front of him. "If you wish to leave, beat me at cards." (For the cards, we'll be using a contested Deception vs. Insight check). 

Zaf canted his head to the side initially at the request, but then nodded faintly as he took a seat if one was available. "Considering the alternatives are liable to not be so pleasant, a game would be fine... Though to be clear, if I win, my... wish, for lack of better words, is for the entirety of my party here to leave with me alive and intact." He said. Regardless of the change of stakes if any with that specification, cracked his fingers, flexed his wings a little, and took on a more casual demeanor of a seasoned gambler.

Or at least he tried project as much as the game got underway...

Deception: 14.

"Yes, that is what you're playing for." 

Insight:21

Both of you present your decks and his hand is far, far better than yours. "It appears that you have lost."

Zaf sighed softly, but nodded and still smiled with his eyes to the skeletal figure. "It appears so. But, that was a good game. Though I think a better man for this might be the best." With that, he got up and following a look to Jasun, gestured to the deck. "Please. If you would do us the kindness."

Jasun sat down, took the cards. He looked at them. He then looked up and smirked.

"I'm really good at this, and you, my friend, are such a charming individual."

Deception: 21
Guidance, if allowed: 4

Insight:9

You get a royal flush. "You win. You may pass." He opens up a coffin, revealing several treasures.  “To assist you in rescuing Grandmother.”  The trove consists of a flame tongue greatsword, four potions of invisibility, a scroll of chain lightning, a scroll of Mordenkainen’s sword, a scroll of hold person, scaled up to 7th level, a scroll of reincarnate, a scroll of wall of stone, and 3,000 gp.

Jasun leans back in the chair and throws up his hands like a gangsta. After a moment, he gets up and says, "Well played. Thanks for the gear." 

"Indeed. And well played., Jasun. Now here's to seeing the rest of our mission with greater success." Zaf said brightly, seeming for a moment to pat the elf on the shoulder, but deciding instead to 'smile' at him in his own avian way. "Nice to see that the 'humans' here value gold here as well." He added aiding in shifting at least most of the latest reward into the haversack. Though the sword is presumably passed along to Jirel. 

"Though, I suppose I will be leaving negotiations to the rest of you. As I imagine I'll be some sort of mastiff or 'really big dog' while in polite society here. Heh... So, shall we?" He asked, looking to the others, as he intended to follow in their wake with his hood up and adjusted his cloak and wings until they were more predominantly hidden beneath them.

Below the hill, a rutted, muddy road winds between still-smoldering charred cottages, and fire-blackened craters mar the pristine snow-covered landscape. Crows squawk from perches
atop a strange, gigantic metal wagon with spoked wheels mired among the smoking ruins.

"Oh...this looks friendly," Sera mutters.

Can everyone make a DC20 Perception check for me?

Upon seeing the smoking ruins, Rose quietly shuffles closer to Jirel.

Perception: 13

22

J to the ******* C.

Leery of the local population, but wanting a more defensible form to start with, Zaf wild shaped into the infamous Brown Bear as he traveled along with the others for now at least. Best case scenario, or so he expected, locals would think him a pet of the giant of a woman that was Jirel. Worst case scenario... he tried not think of one too hard, as fear was the mind killer.

Zabearception: 30.

Zaf: You're able to see bumps in the snow, like someone buried something in there and covered it up. It seems like something big and lumpy, probably not a carrot.

I'm probably not gonna make this but may as well try: 4

Yeah nope. Sera has no clue.

If it matters for me to roll for Jirel: 19 

Zabear cocked his head as much to the side as his new form allowed, and then fell back on his haunches to wave, groan, and growl at the others to stop for a moment. Hopefully once they did, he rolls forward once, and then onto his feet prior to padding his way closer to sniff at the big and lumpy thing. Assuming he didn't set off some kind of landmine at which point, he turns back to the others on all twos, growls and waves his forepaws in... some kind of gesture.

Then its back on all fours trying to carefully uncover the lump enough. If its a human, he'll lightly paws at their chest and listen at their face in his best rendition of bear medicine to guage their condition.

Medicine: 24.

Zaf, please make a DC18 Dex Save to take half of 18 as you set off this landmine. 

Zabear Goes A Flying(DC 18): 9.

Zabear goes flying a good several feet and ends up in a heap on the ground. But after a few moments people can hear pained groans as shock gave way to pain. Both of the severely burnt muzzle and ringing ears. But, he was yet alive, and given time would get to his feet again.