Sylvalur covers his mouth and nose with his cloak and backs out of the room. His voice muffled, "Well that was unpleasant".

"Any idea what the village is called or where? And will Zenara have any further information?"

Turning to the group, Sylvalur's eyes twinkle above the makeshift mask, "anyone want to do an autopsy?"

Pulling a dagger out of his pocket, Alax smiles grimly. “Gladly.”

"On the corpse please Alax" says Sylvalur looking nervous.

“Well, you are not dead, so it wouldn’t be much of an autopsy. Just murder. And I do not commit murder.”

Meilanann exits the kitchen and collapses into the chair beside the half-orc, his head lowered onto his hand as he breathes in deeply, trying to calm his stomach.

Giving a slight bow to Alax " as you say" and gestures to the corpse.

Walking out and grabbing his ale, Sylvalur takes a seat next to meilanann and says in elvish, "not sure what is worse, the food, the body or his attitude".

In elvish, Alax responds slyly, (and, you notice, extremely fluently) “I am an elf, twit. I speak my own native language. Mayhaps even better than the likes of you.” They then proceed to make a clean cut down the center of the kobolds body with his dagger.

Glancing at the half-elf sitting besides her, Ekane notices the already green-tinged skin was greener. "You see something you didn't like in there?", she asks.

(Lol, thought I read human! Whoops. But you must have keen ears, we are back in the bar and you are likely head in a closet, knife in kobold!)

(I have a good perception, and elves are sposed to have good senses. Plus, I wanted to insult someone, so there ;))

(also I have no knowledge of Kobold anatomy, and I have a minus one in medicine. I just know how to cut him open, not take any knowledge out of it!)

Though your hand was steady and the cut was clean, the Kobold’s dried skin flakes and pulls apart as you cut it.  Underneath, you see that everything is shriveled and dry, all of the moisture taken out of it.  All of the water, you realize, was in the fog.  Something sucked this Kobold dry, then put it into this fog.  (Make either an investigation or insight check)

Also, please join this campaign if you have a character sheet.  I should have made one earlier, but I forgot to.https://ddb.ac/campaigns/join/11938833717736985

Insight: 9

(what the crud is with my rolls today?!?)

Well, you think that because this is a disease, more Kobolds are going to die.  You feel there’s something else your missing, but you can’t quite put your finger on it.

Dorceran will see if he recognizes anything about the disease

nature 12 

Dorceran has never been sick in his life. It’s hard to comprehend.

Meilanann nods at Sylvalur and then turns to Ekane. "I knew getting into adventuring there be a certain amount of blood, but I didn't realize I'd be in such close proximity to something so ... " He pauses and swallows hard. "I need to get my mind off of it. What line of work are you in?" he asks the half-orc.

Sylvalur finishes his ale, takes a calming breath and heads back into the back room.

"Finding thing he asks?" Peering around the duo of would be doctors.

Insight:16

He then looks back at the bar keep and reiterates the questions from earlier. "Sorry I left, needed an ale to calm myself. "Any idea what the village thatvthis unfortunate was found at is called or where we can find it? And will Zenara have any further information on the event or the disease?"

With his mind cleared, Sylvalur realizes something.  The fog still hadn’t dispersed, in fact it was still thick, even though the sun was strong.  The fog outside wasn’t natural, and nor was the strange gas from the kobold.  That means that maybe even hundreds more kobold are infected with this, and they must be everywhere, creating this fog?  You should probably get going...

The man says in reply, ’Our trader found this one outside of Menorth.  Zenara can show you where it is, but I don’t know how much she’ll know about the disease.  She’s more of a cartographer than a historian, though she works on both.  Go ahead and get yourself a map over at her shop, I assume you don’t already have one?’

"Many thanks!" Replies Sylvalur heading to grab a map, "which way to Zenera?".

Upon getting direction to Zenera he turns to the group at large, "I've just realised something " he proclaims "not only has this fog not dispersed, it is still thick, even though the sun us strong. The fog outside cannot be natural, and nor was the strange gas from the kobold. That means that maybe even hundreds more kobold are infected with this, and they must be everywhere, creating this fog? We should probably get going... see Zenera and stop this before it effects more than Kobolds."

“I believe that this is bodily fluid fog!” Alax yells into the tavern with glee.

"Eh, well, I'm not employed by anyone. I sort of just handle myself." Ekane pauses for a moment, then continues. "I guess you could say I'm something of an adventurer, as well."