After the battle Mylene first sees to her own appearance, ensuring the bloodsucking create didn't do any lasting damage, then surveys the damage to the group, notes none of the Redbrands appear seriously wounded, and says, "I did say I hate this outdoors nonsense.  Redbrands,  clean this mess up, get some rest, and lets ensure we return to Glasstaff promptly tomorrow.  I don't want any more surprises on this trek.  We've got political advancement in out futures." 

Naivara, to Kierro:

Perception: 15

Naivara choose to stay up with Kierro, "You're a lot better at talking to people than I am..." she says eventually.

Kierro, Latrius, and Naivara...

You go to sleep in the ruins of Conyberry, keeping a watch, but nothing disturbs you this night.

The next morning you wake up, feeling that now-familiar pull.  Another item is calling you.  This time to the West and North.

Milene and Leto...

After defeating the swarm of Stirges, you settle in, the next two sets of watches going uneventfully.

In the morning you find that pull once more, this time directly north of your camp.

Mylene - Leto

”Wait. The sensation, the same pull that drew us to you. I feel it again, but to the north. Do you sense it as well, Leto?”

Mylene consults with Brun and Walter. “What is directly to the north from here?”

((OOC: So are a couple of use feeling it in one direction and one of us are feeling it in the other? Or are we all feeling it from the North-West?))

Latrius:

Latrius opens his eyes from his trance, scowling.

"There's that damn pull again.  Really should take care of the banshee before checking it out, you two can go if you want."

Kierro:

Nightime, to Naivara:

"It's probably at the cost of being too blunt when I do speak. You seem to have a much gentler touch than I do where it's needed, more calm. Latrius said he remembered you as a peacemaker, and it isn't hard to see why." Kierro replies. "But I appreciate that you think that."

Daytime:

Kierro had rolled over in his sleep. He awakens in the grass off to the side of the foundation, laughs, and helps to break camp. He replies to Latrius: "It's alright; we'll come with just in case. The pull doesn't seem to be going anywhere, and we still have to do this - it's for Sister Garaele. I owe her a lot, too.

As they walk, he asks: "Did either of you have a dream last night? Someone appeared to you; someone who you can't remember but you're sure is important to you?"

Latrius:

Latrius blinks in confusion.

"No, no dreams.  Then again, elves don't dream much, at least dreams like that."

Naivara:

Naivara shakes her head, "No, I'm afraid not... maybe it has something to do with your god?" she suggests, "did they say anything to you?"

Kierro:

"They said... to work on restoring the missing pieces of my soul, and that things would go from there." Kierro replies.

Latrius:

Latrius snorts.

"Not much of a mystical dream of that's all it told you.  Think you could have worked out the fact that your soul missing pieces was bad."

Kierro:

”She seemed important. She could very well be the one I served, or someone else vital to me... she might know more than just the memories we gain from finding the items that draw us to them.”

He looks to Latrius. “It’s not much, for now, but it gives me hope.“

Naivara:

"Parts of our souls are missing?" Naivara says quietly, "...oh dear."

Latrius:

Latrius shrugs.

"Makes sense, doesn't it?  Memories could be considered the most important part of a person."

Latrius bobs his head in acknowledgement of Kierro's point.

"True, true.  Better than I've gotten at least."

When they're done breaking their fast, he'll set off towards wherever the banshee's supposed to be.

Naivara:

Naivara finishes breaking down camp, "Could do with a tent or two to help with any sudden weather that might come up," she comments. She follows the two of them. "Still... what has the power to take out parts of someone's soul?"

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Mylene - Leto

”Wait. The sensation, the same pull that drew us to you. I feel it again, but to the north. Do you sense it as well, Leto?”

Mylene consults with Brun and Walter. “What is directly to the north from here?”

 "Well the road leads to Old Owl Well." Walter says with a shrug.  "That's about it.  Past that is just forest and mountains."

Mylene and leto...

What are you doing, heading South to the pull or heading West to Phandalin?  Also what pace will you be setting?

Latrius, Naivara, and Kierro...

You find a dirt path leading north out of Conyberry. Following it you come to...

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.

Entering the door...

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.

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?”

Latrius:

Latrius raises his eyebrows slightly.

"Cut the dramatics, will you?  I’m here to bargain on behalf of someone," he says, taking out the comb.

(Can’t find anywhere what he was supposed to ask for, lol.)

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Latrius:

Latrius raises his eyebrows slightly.

"Cut the dramatics, will you?  I’m here to bargain on behalf of someone," he says, taking out the comb.

(Can’t find anywhere what he was supposed to ask for, lol.)

Garaele desires an intermediary to bring Agatha a suitable gift, a jeweled silver comb, and persuade the creature to tell what she knows about the location of a spellbook belonging to a legendary mage named Bowgentle.