(I assume Xalkas investigation would take as much time as the interrogation) 

Xalkas looks up from looking at the collection of books frustratedly, “Can anyone speak dwarvish?”

Kerric:

Looking up from his rest, Kerric says, “I don’t speak the language of the Dwarves, Xalkas, unfortunately.”  

Glancing at Hawke, he comments tiredly, “Back already?  Or did we decide to inform the sheriff some other way?”

(I have no idea how I missed Kerric's request in getting the sheriff so I hope it's okay that I do some back tracking *facepalm*)

When requested to go fetch the sheriff, Pawke mentally groans. "I dun wannaaaa..." Even at his protest though, the feline gives a final nuzzle to Ebele before hopping off her shoulders and heading in the direction of the inn (where I believe Seamus said they would be, but please correct me if I'm wrong!). 

The druid keeps his pace quick, but not too fast as to catch the eyes of anyone who might have been meandering about the area. At his arrival to the inn, the kitten would begin to scratch at the inn doors for entry (or if there had been an open window, he would enter through there). Once locating the sheriff (or even Lady Lynn), Pawke would present himself with big ol' cute eyes, and when drawn in, he forges a telepathic link with the wo/man.

"Sorry for the mental intrusion, sheriff/Lady Lynn," He begins. "But it's Hawke. The tall, handsome druid man from earlier with the Argent Alliance. I'm also the cat too. Aren't I cute?" For emphasis, he rolls on his back with his paws in the air, his belly just asking for a rub. "Very much so, right? Hehe... Erm, uh, that's not what I'm here for though. We're needin' you/you two at the docks. Like... now. Got some stuff we need you to see and... bodies to get rid of... I mean, uh, people to apprehend." Kerric was right in sendin' me. "I'll go on ahead n' let them know you're comin'... You are comin', right?"

After getting a confirmation, he'll roll back then stand on all fours before nodding over to them and dashing on off back to the docks.

Pawke would proudly strut on the docks when he returned, immediately going back to Ebele for more attention comfort giving. He curls himself on her lap and purrs at the pets given. Sometimes he wishes he could be an animal forever... And just as that thought appears, he reverts back to his human form in a small puff of smoke. He had always been bad at keeping track of the time he had left in his forms, and at the realization, he frowns deeply, but makes no move to lift his head from the monks lap. He clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth and gives a saddened, "Man..."

His frown remains even when Kerric questions him. "Yeah, yeah, I went. I told 'em they were needed at the docks. They should be here shortly..." After he says this, he snorts at himself.

Hawke Sought the Sheriff

Pawke pads off, slinking around through the shadows at a prancing pace. Easily finding his way back to the Inn, safely out of sight, he slips through the doorway when a local patron leaves.

”Oh Seamus look! It’s our knight’s handsome druid companion.” Lady Lynn hops up excitedly in her seat, shoving and shaking Seamus’ shoulder. She’d trot over, dotting over the kitty, recognizing the same eyes from the spider.

Seamus blinks and rubs his eyes. He moans and groans trying to gain his bearings. He could swear the cat was talking to him but the mouth wasn’t moving. What is this sorcery? Giving his face a little smack to wake himself up, the Sheriff would grab his jacket. “Right. Right.” Shaking his head at himself, he stands from his seat as the furry messenger takes his leave.

Lady Lynn pouts, the puss paws passed out the door. “D’awe.”

Docks
(Forgot to mention: Detect thoughts has a 1 minute duration, so there would be a limit to the amount of questions that would make it through. I imagine Nathan/T would have considered that. Meant to suggest a general rule of up to 10 questions. Because the questions were simple, there was a quick strategy in play and my oopsie for forgetting to mention sooner.)

Hue bobs his head side to side. “You’re welcome!” The tossed waterskin hits his face. “Oy.” He picks it up then chugs from it. Smacking his lips, he makes a refreshing ‘ahhh’ sound after draining it dry.

Where'd you find these books?
”In that there boat.”
Shoalar kept track of inventory.

Where is the delegation now?
”The what now?”
What’s a deli gacia? 

Shoalar mentioned something about a pack of dwarves carrying a body… Maybe they had books too… Come to think of it, were those books all we got from that kerfuffle?
Hue would shrug to himself.

”Aye. By the way, I can count. That was two more questions.” Buttersmooth would hold up three fingers before tossing the emptied waterskin back to the tiefling.

Steady, low nasally breathing emitted from Ebele. “Sea monkey has my money…” She’d be mutter barely audibly. “Yes, I’m a natural blonde…” With a soft snort, she’d rouse awake, head lifting from where it rested. Her head looks from left to right, then she rolls her neck to stretch out a kink. The monk would gather her bearings. She rested with Kerric and had a Hawke on her lap.

Once coherent, Ebele would respond to Xalkas. ”I know dwarvish.”

Ebele SR: 9 

Speaking of dwarves, a familiar wobbling and shortened silhouette breaks through the fog. A puffy Seamus huffs his way into view. He pauses at the sight. “What in the…”

T'chal'fronack'zcinicker looks over, "Well, that about does it for our time together." 

He stands up and heads over to Kerric, "The decision about what to do with this murderous wretch who tried to kill us I leave to you, and I suppose the sheriff." 

He decided to hold on to his information until the situation with the sheriff and the thug is resolved.

Kerric:

Standing up and stretching, Kerric says with a wry smile the ‘inspector’s’ way, “As long as he filled out the proper paperwork, I was just going to tie him up and toss him in the boat with the bodies until the sheriff got here, but that seems unnecessary now.”

“Sheriff, this lot attacked us when we mentioned the Dwarven books.  They seemed a mixture of thugs and cultists, but we only managed to keep one alive for questioning,” offers Kerric as Seamus reacts to a boat full of fresh corpses.

Seamus would open and close his mouth a few times. “I uh… Um…” He’d clear his throat and puff out his heaving chest. “Right. You sir will be coming with me.” The Sheriff makes his way over to the aprehended bandit and would proceed to cuff him for transfer to a cell. “And I’ll have to send for Lady Lynn to contact Mort the mortician once she’s completed the rituals.”

Sure enough, a beaming Lady Lynn, shining in her own glow of white light strides her way out of the fog. She lets out an over the top gasp at the sight of Kerric and immediately scurries her way over. Without skipping a beat she’d help herself to inspecting him and peaking for wounds beneath his elven armour. “No no. This won’t do. Maybe we should relieve this heavy gear to allow the wounds breathe for healing…” She’d muse.

A loud clearing of their throat could be heard. “Lady Lynn.” Seamus would give her a look, glancing to the body’s and back trying to get her to clue in. Obviously, she was ignoring him at first. “The last thing we need are undead being raised from that pile.” With that, she’d reluctantly let go of a clasp. This appeared to be a duty that took precedence above all else because the Cleric whisked away with almost military precision to send for Mort and begin her ceremony over the bodies.

”Now what’ll yous do?” Seamus would look to Kerric, trying to correct his posture to match. 

Kerric:

"I believe we decided to head upriver tonight, so any of the cult's spies in town will not have the opportunity to report what just happened here until after we arrive at their stronghold.  If any of the Dwarven Delegation yet survive, we should make haste to rescue them--though, truth be told, a soft bed would indeed be nice tonight," replies the Elven warrior, still a bit taken aback by Lady Lynn's forward manner and trying to focus on the sheriff's question.

T'chal'fronack'zcinicker claps Kerric on the shoulder roughly as he walks past him, "If we wanted soft beds we probably wouldn't be out seeking glory."  He grins at the elf then to Seamus. "Up the river we go...though it occurs to me suddenly that I don't know the first thing about sailing a boat up a river. Anyone else here know how? If not, we may be forced to hike tomorrow when the light lends itself to travel. Maybe a soft bed is in your future."

"Tonight?!" Hawke shouts, exasperated, lifting his head up from the monks lap. Even with Ebele having been petting his hair, making him as sleepy as could be, the mention of them going upriver at this time of night gets him to wake up. He was pretty much tapped! "If I told you guys there were no witnesses would that change your mind? Cuz, remember, I got eyes like a hawk." He'd tap near his seeing eye for emphasis. "No one else was around here except the moon. No spies we'd need to worry about."

Reghys chimes in: “If we each row for a bit, we should be able to make it there no problem, with everyone still getting a nice rest. And even if there were no witnesses, we don’t know what their schedule was. We can’t risk setting them off by staying away longer- meanwhile, if we need to get inside, I should be able to disguise myself as one of them, claim the rest is still in town and that you all were potential recruits...”

They then look to Ebele: “If you know dwarvish, can you read it?” In a barely audible whisper, they add: “I remember you telling me that you could see a little. It would really help if I didn’t have to describe every single rune.”

Lady Lynn's ears would pick up Kerric's hope for a soft bed. T'chal'fronack'zcinicker encouragement and Hawke's enthusiasm garnered a grin from the cleric. "Already tired boys?" She'd glance over her shoulder. "I'm sure that can be arranged." Her eyes would look expectantly to Seamus. "Private rooms with a freshly clean bed linens can be provided, should you choose to rest the night."

When Hawke had finished his confident claim that no one else was around, a bold, three legged cat struts into view. The feline was scraggly and although it had uneven patches of fur peppered with mats, leaves, twigs and was that mold? It was still the fluffiest kitty ever. Piercing yellow eyes looked at you all with a bored expression as its bushy tail would flick back and forth before curling around Lady Lynn's ankle. It'd open it's mouth as if it were going to meow, but barely even air came out. Then it's jaw would twitch as it'd get out a chatter.

Alright Meow

As Ebele would hear Reghys chime in, her head would tilt in their direction with a nod to their suggestion. "I'm inclined to agree with T's first proposal to continue up river after Reghys' suggestions. We should be able to accommodate a rest for everyone." Her hands would continue methodically in her consideration of Reghys' plan. "Between yourself, T'chal'fronack'zcinicker and some borrowed gear, I'm confident in your ability to pull off this ruse effectively." An encouraging smile would grow on her lips. "I can, or maybe even Lady Lynn could, patch us up prior to setting out again." She'd add.

They then look to Ebele: “If you know dwarvish, can you read it?"
The monks hands would stop suddenly at the ask. "I-I could..."

In a barely audible whisper, they add: “I remember you telling me that you could see a little. It would really help if I didn’t have to describe every single rune.”
Ebele would start to chew on her lip and her fingers begin to move again, fidgeting nervously as she fell quiet. She'd swallow and hang her head. Inhaling a deep breath, the blonde would eventually find her words. "I-I could..." Her voice would crack again even at her lowering her tone for Reghy's ears. "M-maybe try a little later..." She'd pause. "Excuse me." The monk would stand abruptly to step away. "Sorry..." She'd apologize to Hawke.

"Excuse me, Lady Lynn. Do you ha-"

REOWW. HSSSS.

Ebele steps on the cats tail as it flicked out from around Lady Lynn's ankle at the worst time. "Wha-!"

The cat rears back, hissing and with a pouf of sooty smoke, an aged man pops into existence in it's place. "Yeow!" He cries in surprise, rubbing his rear with his only hand.

"Oh dear!" Lynn giggles, bringing a hand to her mouth to try to stifle it. Once the man finished prancing in place, she'd reach up as high as she could to place a hand on his shoulder to ease the startled druid. "Everyone..." She'd turn him back around to face the group. "This is Mort the mortician."

The bearded gentleman didn't blink. It didn't take a close inspection to confirm he hasn't bathed in years. Though, a good huff would earn you a heavy scent of mold and damp muskiness. Escaping a sneeze would be fruitless. You could swear there was an aura encircling him. Were those spores? His eyes would dart from Ebele to each one of you. "Howdy, freshlings!" With a wide arch motion with his hand, he'd greet you all.

Mort

 "Now where are my bodies!" Mort would sniff once. Then he'd inhale deeply and audibly. Eyes ping wide when he'd catch scent of the recently slaughtered pack. "Ou! Still warm." With an excitable and awkward skipping wobble, he follows his nose. "And even neatly piled and purified. Oh goodie!" He makes a motion as if he were clapping excitedly on his way over.

Seamus rubs his face, groaning. "A long day of personalities..." He'd stare up at the sky. The sheriff was ready for bed.

Lady Lynn would chuckle. Mort was a quirky one. She'd gently reach out to Ebele. "Now. What was it you were looking for dear?"

The monk stood dumbfounded for a moment. "I. Uh. Was going to ask if you happened to have supplies to top up my kit..." She'd hold up her kit.

"Come. Let's fix you up." The cleric would smile, sweeping Ebele off to the side to see what she could do.

Investigation Check
For those wanting to look around for some advantage.

Roll Call: Anyone
DC10: You recover some cultist gear to disguise yourself.

On Success: You find something in your size to dress yourself up. +Advantage on CHA rolls against cultists with your disguise
On Failure: You find something not in your size. +1 on CHA rolls against cultists with it on.
On Crit Fail: You find bloody shreds of gear. Why?

Disguise Yoself!
More for RP fluff to see how well you dress up to be taken out.

Roll Call: Anyone
Check: Performance or Deception

DC 10: Well done! Nothing's on inside out or backwards.
DC 15: You look like a cultist.
DC 20: Well aren't you one dapper looking cultist. It's like you run the crew!

Navigation Prep Check
Want to review the weather? Familiarize yourself with the terrain and map out your path? Plan out your shifts? Success of these rolls will be up to DMs discretion on success based off of RP elements on top of the roll outcome.

Roll Call: Everyone
'Action': 1 Per Person
Advantage: You can help someone to grant them advantage

Weather: Nature or Survival Complete: Yes | No
Terrain/Path: Nature or Survival Complete: Yes | No
Planning: Investigation or Survival Complete: Yes | No

On Success (3/3): Advantage and +1 against Con saves for exhaustion for the journey
On Success (2/3): Advantage against Con saves for exhaustion for the journey
Failure (1/3): +1 with 1 roll with skill of success
Failure (0/3): No bonus

T'chal'fronack'zcinicker looks about, "We can go tonight, but only if we'll each get a proper rest. I need a proper sleep." 

He pokes around for something that will fit :

Looking for a disguise: Investigation : 14

Then attempts to disguise himself: 

Deception : 9

Navigation Prep:  A natural planner, T'chal'fronack'zcinicker attempts to do some planning for their trip. 

Survival: 18

Kerric:

investigation to find a good disguise:  18

Deception to disguise himself:  16

Nature to figure out the best path—river or trail?:  18

When the beautiful, lovely, wonderful promise of private rooms with freshly cleaned linens reached Hawke's ears, there was a small happy cry that emits from the druid, wanting nothing more than to hop at the opportunity. But then the rest of them kept talking about rowing upstream while taking shifts for rest... A sad cry came from him then as he slumps his shoulders. "Then make up a lie as to why we're late if they were in a schedule... We're gonna be lyin' anyways!" Another click of the tongue. "Man..."

With a frown prominent on his face, his eyes go towards where the three-legged cat strutted into view, his expression souring. "You got the worst timin', cat."

Though, like a switch, cry baby Hawke disappears when the air about Ebele changes and she apologizes to him for stepping away. The kalashtar raises a brow and casts a look towards Reghys as they were the last to speak to the monk. "Is she--"

Hawke stops abruptly when he hears the loud hissing coming from the only cat at Lady Lynn's ankles, quickly getting to his feet had he need to step in to qualm an upset feline... Except it wasn't a feline anymore. "Mort the mortician is a ****in' druid!?" He exclaims, surprised, but heading over in his direction to give him a high five. "My man-- Hrk--" Hawke dry heaves once the other druids stench assaults his nostrils. Aw, ****, he's one of those. "Nevermind." He squeaks out, shuffling away from Mort to get a breath of fresh air.

While the bodies got taken care of and a much needed breath of fresh air was obtained, the druid let's out a sigh of defeat. They were serious about doing this at night. Can't complain anymore let's just get this shit over with... A trained brown hue looks about for a disguise.

Investigation: 4

Performance/Deception (got a -1 in both so XD): 15

(Hawke will also wait for Ebele and Lady Lynn to be finished so he could assist her in finding a suitable disguise for that sweet, sweet advantage)

After finding, or not finding, a disguise, Hawke makes a weather report.

Nature man on Navigation prep case!
Weather (rolling twice in case using druidcraft granted me advantage!): 23 | 25 

Terrain/Path: 22 

Not really one to plan anything out himself, Hawke will assist T'chal in the planning (if possible still since he already rolled, but if not, here is my own roll c:)

Planning: 13 

Reghys, having suggested the rowing at night, feels a little guilty that they are costing the group a night's rest with fresh linens and a roof over their heads, but they were fundamentally convinced that striking the iron while it was hot was a good strategy. Not concerend about finding any disguise because they could use their magic to alter themselves convincingly enough, Reghys instead started jotting down notes for a guard/rowing schedule, making sure that everyone was able to get enough sleep. They trusted Hawke to get the navigation down enough that the rest of them could rely on his notes and pointers if need be.

Planning: 6

Xalkas does his best to pick through the battlefield hoping fo find suitable clothing to disguise himself as a cultist. Though he’s not hopeful that he’ll find anything given none of the enemies were close to his stature.

Investigation: 9

 (Assuming his search yields results) He’ll try on whatever suitable objects he has found. 

performance/deception: 10

Once that is done Xalkas will ruminate on the plan Reghys suggested and see if he comes up with any alternatives.

investigation:17

T'chal'fronack'zcinicker

T'chal'fronack'zcinicker manages to find a good pick of fabrics to create his disguise from. And to no ones surprise, he dolls up well enough to look like he’s running the show. Coincidence? But after pouring over his appearance, even his unending desire to be prepared couldn’t stop the tiefling from nodding off. 

On Success: +Advantage on CHA rolls against cultists with your disguise.
DC 20: Well aren't you one dapper looking cultist. It's like you run the crew!

Kerric

Kerric wasn’t able to find any elven pieces amongst the cultists to suit his style for his disguise. Though, dapper as always, the elven warrior need not a disguise to appear like T'chal'fronack'zcinicker‘s right hand man. There was no mistaking 

On Failure: You find something not in your size. +1 on CHA rolls against cultists with it on.
DC 20: Well aren't you one dapper looking cultist. It's like you run the crew!

Hawke

There were many perks to being so tall, except Hawke could not find anything in his size to help his disguise. Instead he could settle for trying to mimic some of their mannerisms and successfully look like a cultist.

On Failure: You find something not in your size. +1 on CHA rolls against cultists with it on.
DC 15: You look like a cultist.

Sniff, sniff. “Hey. Man.” It was Mort. His voice was coming from right behind you. Should you turn around, you’d find the unblinking druid looking directly at you. “Why run off so soon?” His head would slowly start tilting. “I need ask you. Know anything about Teresiel and a pouch of magical seeds?” He’d crane a bit closer. “Do ya?”

Reghys

Reghys is confident in their charismatic abilities that they pour their focus into planning. So much so, there’s no measure for it! 

Xalkas

Xalkas manages to find a disguise with relative ease. There was quite a selection to choose from in his side. Decently clean too. Not only did the gnome find a good disguise, but he manages to really look like a cultist, fitting in well with T'chal'fronack'zcinicker and Kerric.

On Success: You find something in your size to dress yourself up. +Advantage on CHA rolls against cultists with your disguise
DC 15: You look like a cultist.

Ebele

Lady Lynn finished refilling Ebele’s healing kit, sending her on her way back to the group. Finding Hawke, he’d guide her around to try to look for something to disguise herself. She’d offer him a smile in appreciation as they compile the best they could, one eyed and in the dark. Could be an adventure of it’s own.

Ebele hoped for a white blouse, to keep her leggings, but would settling for some high boots and some cinching accents.

Investigation: 12 

Regardless of what they’d find, Ebele would try her best to mimic a pirate. They’re Grrrreeeat! Nope… Aye, Aye matey! Arrrrgh… Well at minimum she’s a great beer slinger and could just be a barmaiden… The blonde would roll her shoulders back, reach in to fix and then puff out her chest before curtsying. 

Performance/Deception: 15

In her disguise, Ebele would place her hands on her hips to address the others. She’d offer her suggestions on watch rotations in order to contribute to the planning. “In order to guarantee T'chal'fronack'zcinicker his beauty sleep, and Kerric proper healing, you both, and our wizard will rest first. I’ll take a double shift.” Her head would move as if it were scanning them. “First shift will be with Reghys, second with Hawke. Once T'chal'fronack'zcinicker, Kerric and Xalkas are rested, I’ll take mine.” Unless something catastrophic happened, it should be fine. Right?

Ebele’s brows would raise. “That means it’s time for bed, boys.” She’d grin before ushering then off to the cabin area. Should anyone hesitate or ignore the monk, Lady Lynn would step in and make sure you’d find your way to bed.

Planning: 19

Group Navigation Prep Check
Hawke was on a mission to plan. Striving with overachievement, the druid consolidates every one’s input and puts together a comprehensive navigation guide for their route up the river. Having ‘bathed’ in it, it was like he was one with the Dessarin.

Weather: Nature or Survival Complete: Yes | No
Terrain/Path: Nature or Survival Complete: Yes | No
Planning: Investigation or Survival Complete: Yes | No

On Success (3/3): Advantage and +1 against Con saves for exhaustion for the journey.
(With the rotation only Ebele would have to roll this unless a ‘catastrophic event occurs’ ie. a 1.)

Even with his passive perception of 21 Mort smelling like a wet dog that finished rolling in some garbage on a hot summers day, the druid gets spooked out of his boots when he gets approached from behind. Once his nose picks up the scent, he holds his breath and turns around with a smile of uncertainty. "Heeeey...." He trails off the more he looks upon the older druid, trying not to let out a pathetic whimper just at how... strange this guy was. "Just... wanted to, uh, get a head of... all the, uh, preparing, you know?" Not cuz you stanky, nope. Stupid trained nose. "Sorry, 'bout that." 

When he brings up Teresiel though, he lightens up a bit, only for it to be snuffed out when the other would crane his head closer. "I, uh, I do, yeah, sorta... I mean, I'm... I'm lookin' for her. That's kinda why I'm with this bunch..." He glances over towards the others. "Erm... Why... why ya askin'?"

(As to not fall behind, when this moment concludes, Hawke will go over to where everyone else is, and nod in agreeance with Ebele's plan! Though he would ask if she's sure about taking a double shift.)

Kerric:

Sighing when he found no cultist clothing to his liking, Kerric nonetheless throws a sash around his waist that seems to flow like the river--perhaps that will help a bit.  Encased in metal armor and wielding a wicked blade, though, he is sure he will look the part of mercenary or bodyguard just fine...

For now though, he is content to rest and let the others start their journey.  Finding an out-of-the-way place to curl up and sleep, Kerric says, "Thank you, Ebele.  Wake me when it is my turn to watch," and settles in for the first part of the night.