A still very much Wolfy Zaf pads his way over to Sera and Jireal after the firbolg works her magic; intending very much to sniff at them. A few good wiffs later, and he has turned back to Rose, wagging his tail while trying to nuzzles Rose's face with his own. Then suddenly he stops, and looked sharply at the temple once more with a tense look about his face.

"Zaf must see... Zaf goes inside. For Lady Desna." Zaf says in a deep, gravely voice as he begun padding over to the entryway once more, fully intent on squeezing his way inside if he must.

Jirel and Seraphina are now free of Filth Fever.

"Nicely done, Rose." Jasun said, relieved that Sera and Jirel were cured, and that Jasun wouldn't get infected.

The nuzzle from Zaffy Wolf was much appreciated, the firbolg able to genuinely smile now instead of putting on a brave face. Though it falls when she watches him off as he enters the temple, then looks to Jasun as he compliments her. "Ah, thank you. I-it was nothing." She bows her head to him, then to Jirel and Sera before following behind Zaf and entering the temple once more.

After a moment of silence, Rose asks to the polymorphed druid with a worried gaze; "A-are you alright, Zaf?"

Jirel would feel the warmth of Rose's magic renew the strength in body. She'll drum her fingers against the hilt of her axes, feeling her muscles flex in the proper response. The goliath will sigh in relief, rolling her shoulders back and freeing a hand to allow Zaf to sniff. "Yes, Thank you Rose." She'd smile and nod in confirmation to Jasun's praise for Rose.

The barbarian will fall in behind Zaf. She will support him through his quest to see.

Sera nods, relaxing as Rose cures the disease. "Thanks, Rose. You're turning into quite the force to be reckoned with." She heads after Zaf, trying to keep her worry off her face.

Whoever's going inside the temple, make a DC20 Perception check.

Perceppy: 15

"Oh no, i'm not going in there." Jasun said, wary.

"Oh, yes you are."

"But that place looks creepy!" he grimaced. "And i'm already filthy, cold, and want a bath."

"Go on now."

"Hhhhh..." and Jasun went in.

Perception: 12

Perception: 16

Perception: 6 

"Nn..... No." Is all Zaf had replied with to Rose on his way inside.

Perception: 12.

Rose is unable to mask the worry she feels for Zaf now after his answer, a frown very much prominent on her features as she follows behind him. She takes a look around the area, hoping to find something of interest, but comes up with nothing. For now she finds a place to comfortably sit, and watches Zaf pad around the area, hoping maybe he could find some answers.

None of you see it. 

You rest up and the next morning you set out again. 

A solitary wooden house sits on the outskirts of a small village, partially surrounded by a small grove of trees and hardy shrubs, far from the other houses in the village. A thin column of smoke rises from the chimney, but there is no other sign of life from within, and the window shutters are pulled closed. Fifteen feet in front of the homestead, a humanoid shape lies facedown—the snow around it is dyed red with blood.

Sera looks to make sure the hut doesn't have any ******* legs. Because we have to worry about that right now.

"You like the red head, don't you." Jezzika asked.
"Oh, Great T'Vauz", Jasun moaned, pleading.
"No, no. That's ok. Plenty of more souls in the universe, as they say."
Jasun pfft'ed, smiling. "That's not exactly what they say, but i'm glad you're taking it well."
"I'm not taking it well." Jezzika retorted. "But I agreed to train you."
"So I guess we're still stuck with each other, then?" Jasun asked.
"Yes." Jezzika confirmed. "Know one day I will have your heart."
"Perhaps." Jasun agreed. "But not today, my sweet." he assured her.
"You will regret defying me, Jasun Halifax." she warned him. "I want you and I shall have you."
That's when he got nervous. He laughed nervously. "Jezzika?"
No answer.

"Jezzika??" he said again, this time out loud, worried.

When he realized he had spoken a name out loud, his face wrinkled and he swore.

Jirel would simply side glance Jasun and raise a brow. Perhaps you've dodged a bullet Jirel. She'd look him up and down. Could be best you were bored of quickly. The barbarian will draw her axes and move to approach the body that's face down in the snow.

 Even with the passing of days, the events of the temple would continue to plague Zaf's thoughts, leaving him often lost in thought or prone to consult his map even in broad daylight. And so, he hardly thought twice for once about approaching the body, thinking to determine if they were truly dead, or near the brink. In either case, he would know what happened to them, or so was hoped with a song in his heart and at least magic induced pep to his step.

Medicine: 25.

"Jezz..uh..I mean..jeesh!" Correct Jasun, fumbling for words. "Jeesh, it's cold in here..yeah." He tugs at his collar, trying to play off his slip.

Deception: 23

Oh. Real smooth. That's convincing.

Rose thought it be best to let Zaf have some space for now, but she cannot help but give worried looks his way every now and again as they pressed forward since the temple. When coming across the bloody scene, she keeps her hands tight around her quarterstaff, expecting the body to jump out at the druid once he examined it closer. However, she is distracted briefly by Jasun saying some woman's name.

"An ex-lover perhaps...? Nadya, you sure you're into this psycho?" She thinks aloud, then shakes her head. "Jasun, please let me look over your head the next time we rest. We're worried for you."