laid back apocalypse

dumping the bag reveals 2 healing potions which land together alarmingly clinking , a silver encased mirror, a decent sized pearl, and 3 fire opals

Ebele would let go of her kit, leaving it strapped where it was. She'd point a friendly finger gun Reghys' way. "You're a peach. Thank you!" She was relieved they made the suggestion and appreciated them all the more for it. The monk would go back to gingerly feeling her wounds to take an assessment.

Ebele's head would tilt up facing where she heard Kerric's last footsteps. "Did I let one get away?" Her head would sink back down as she'd poke a tender spot. The blonde would suck some air through her teeth.

After a few moments, she'd inhale a breath and straighten her posture the best she could before making her way back over to the group. Ebele would take her time getting there, but she'd find the closest individual to sit beside when she'd arrive. She'd take a seat at first. But then the monk would lay down, helping herself to getting comfortable by laying her head on her neighbours lap to use as a pillow. It was easy to fall asleep to T'chal'fronack'zcinicker's voice rhyming off some logistics.

SR: 7 + Song of rest: 2

When a call to a short break was considered, Hawke had no issues in taking it. While he might have gotten out pretty lucky, most of the others looked worse for ware, and found it would be better they regain their strength. During their break, Hawke helps T'chal with the horses, making sure they were suitable for wagon pulling and/or being ridden on and also gratefully accepts the coin given to him. "Honest money I've ever made!" He jokes.

Despite not needing much of a rest, hearing T'chal go on and on about something he had no idea about was enough to get him nodding off. After catching himself for the third time, he decided it would be best he step away and collect more stones for the future.

Kerric:

After helping load the items on the wagon, Kerric keeps a watchful eye for more threats as he rests with the others.

To anewer Ebele’s question, he says, “I believe two ran away, but you got the one who took you down.  I was...eager to punish him for that, but you beat me to it.” 

Xalkas takes the two health potions to Ebele and places them in her hands, one in each. “Maybe drink one of these before you get knocked out next time ... Okay?!”

Xalkas will happily take the remaining items if no one else wants them. He is particularly intrigued by the mirror, wondering if it has any magical properties to it. He turns to Reghys, “Do you thunk you could examine this mirror to see if it has an arcane element to it? You seem much better at that than I.” Xalkas admits though perhaps a little begrudgingly.

He will also volunteer to carry the bag of holding and suggest putting as much of the loot that they’ve acquired into it. Thereby relieving the stronger members of the group from needing to carry it and also avoid overburdening the horses. 

T'chal'fronack'zcinicker eventually wanders back to give his diatribe about bureaucratic terms, though for those who are really listening, his heart doesn't seem to be quite into it.  After the rest, without even recording the findings from within the bag, or discussing who will keep it, he hops up on the wagon and sits quietly waiting. 

Reghys deflates a little: "I'm sorry, I don't mean to cause offense. It's just, I really. Really. Really don't like contracts. But in the spirit of things, I promise to take great care of this crossbow and use it only in ways helpful to our cause. In the case I lose or damage it through negligence or foolhardiness, I will of course do my utmost to find you a suitable replacement." At that, the satyr stretched out their hand "Surely that's agreeable to us both, don't you think?"

As Xalkas nears, Reghys nods happily, taking time to identify both the silver mirror and the pearl, as well as the gems. Seeing as the others were asleep for about an hour, they finish almost in time with the others slowly waking up.

Reghys identifies a silver mirror and a 100 gp pearl

Taking the pearl, Reghys looks up to both Xalkas and T. "WIth this here, I could teach our own wizard how to identify objects, much like I have been doing. That is, if it's okay if I take this pearl as a resource to give to Xalkas, so we both may have a pearl on hand for this sort of thing."

Kerric:

Shrugging, the elven warrior answers Reghys’ question, “Works for me.  Are we ready to move on?”

T'chal'fronack'zcinicker shrugs in reply to Reghys, and then rather coldly says, "Yes well, as long as you're getting everything you want, I suppose that will work fine. Certainly you shouldn't need to sign MY contract when you are asking to borrow MY equipment."  He grabs Reghys hand and gives it a quick downward shake. 

Then, in a rather bland tone, but obviously still being a bit prickly, and loudly enough for everyone to hear he says, "Xalkas, you have already received a magical item on our group quest. I believe, since no one here is willing to agree on, or even discuss standard group operating procedures, that the bag should go to Ebele, Kerric, or myself. Indeed, as the person taking on the responsibility of selling all the loot we find, it really makes sense for me to carry it. I will note the pearl and mirror as being given to Xalkas in exchange for his wizardly identifying services." 

“Can’t argue with logic like that.” Xalkas says to the tiefling. “If it'll make you happy to have the bag then I say you should have it.”

Xalkas then pulls Reghys aside out of earshot of the rest of the group. “I was hoping you would help me with something, if you don’t mind. I should like to give a music box to Ebele, though I don’t know many songs. Do you think you can come up with one for me? Something suitable for her I should think.” Xalkas waits eagerly for their reply. Wringing his hands together. 

Reghys looks at T, with almost a slight hint of regret in their eyes, which rapidly changes to glee at his request for the bag of holding: "Of course! As you say, it only makes sense to make your burden of carrying and accounting for all our valuables easier, and this bag will certainly do that. Plus, it clashes horribly with the cream of my overcoat, so please, take it."

Upon hearing Xalkas' request, the satyr smiles, as one of their eyebrows rises slightly: "Suitable for her, hu? Mind if I ask what the intent behind the gift is, so I can tailor the song accordingly? I'd hate to record a romantic song, if that is not your intention."

Reghys is trying to figure out what Xalkas has in mind, even beforre he tells them- Insight: 5

T'chal'fronack'zcinicker shrugs, looking to Ebele and Kerric whom predictably aren't showing much interest in a bag....and then scribbles some more in his ledger. 

"Alright, well....if everyone has rested and is feeling ready to continue, I suggest Xalkas and Reghys continue their whispering plotting while we resume our trek."  He hands the reigns of the now two horsed wagon over to Hawke and begins meticulously re-arranging things from his bag, into the bag of holding, while the wagon begins to roll down the path, and then from the pile of loot into the bag as well.  He makes lots of "hmmmmm" and "aaahhhhh, yes..." sounds as he organizes everything. 

Kerric:

Resuming his normal post, Kerric keeps out a wary eye for any trouble, preferring to stay on foot now to keep pace with the wagon, even though they had recovered extra horses

Perception:  10

Ebele would offer Kerric a sheepish smile to his earlier response, “Maybe next time.”

As Xalkas places both potions in her hands, insisting she take them the monk couldn’t help but offer a warm smile. “Thank you.” Ebele would accept one with a gentle nod, but would close his hand around the second one. Someone else should hold onto the second one just in case, feeling their wizard would be a good fit.

Ebele would settle in to her nap, snoozing peacefully while the others reviewed and discussed loot. She was content with her rest and desired nothing from the pile. When T'chal'fronack'zcinicker would raise his prickly voice to address them all, the monk would begin to stir. She’d sit up, rubbing her eyes. After a few blinks, she’d look up at the tiefling. “You have my vote.” She’d say simply. T'chal'fronack'zcinicker Didn’t have to make his case to her, her mind had defaulted to those thoughts on her own. It was only logical for him to have the bag of holding and Xalkas the pearl. The more well prepared her companions were, the better it was for all of them.

Finally picking herself up off the ground, Ebele would begin some light stretches to wake herself up a bit more. She’d do a tour around the wagon and find herself padding along behind Hawk who she heard had been starting and stopping in odd intervals. Curious, she’d tilt her head and listen to see if she could figure out what their new friend had been up too. 

RP fluff stealth to follow Hawke unnoticed: 20 
RP fluff perception: 19 

Tiptoeing behind their new addition, Ebele would listen to Hawke sifting through to find perfect rocks for his pocket. She was ready to move on when the others were, but in the mean time, she was playing shadow. The blonde would even pick up one or two to offer the druid when he’d notice her.

9

the day is clear and sunny, and starting to get warm,  there are numerous birds chirping and flying around

Anyone in the back of the cart would hear Reghys and Xalkas talk for an hour, but what feels like three due to the satyr's tendency to lose focus at every little bird. Somehow, Xalkas manages to ask enough pertinent questions to get a reasonable idea of how Reghys is able to tap into the weave for the purposes of identifying the arcane signature of magically enhcanced items. As soon as the gnome has them scribbled down, they start to whipser about something else, with Reghys now being the one to ask a few questions of their own. Then, hopping off of the waggon, they saunter along near the tracks, humming different tunes, as if trying to come up with a new song.

Hawke stayed in the general vicinity of the cart, picking up suitable throwing stones in the meantime until he was told they were ready to move on. He hated how limited he was with how many times he could transform and he knew he would be useless for the rest of the day (aside from healing). At least he could throw stones and make them hurt. 

Perceppy to maybe see Ebele?: 10

(HAHAH)

Hawke wasn't paying attention worth shit! Eventually, he had gathered enough to last him a while. Hopefully this group of people weren't too into skirmishes, but rocks were a plenty so even if they were, it didn't really matter to him. After a good stretch, he joined back up with the others when they looked to be about ready to resume travelling. He takes a good look to count who had been at the wagon, though miscalculates... and counts again, pointing and saying their names... "... Where's Ebele?" He questions. 

Ebele would literally shadow Hawke the whole time and when he would stop, she’d stop behind him. And when he’d ask where she was, the monk would reach up to gently tap his shoulder. Should he turn around, she’d present him with a pair of stones she found with both hands. “Here!”