Ebele would tilt her head to T'chal'fronack'zcinicker’s quip. “Kerric may be the most familiar with the way I move my body and could probably predict my next movement with the most accuracy.” She’d chuckle. “But he was not correct. I’m an orphan.” The monk would motion to Hawke again. “Hawke was correct with the truth. I performed acrobatics and contortion. And now it’s his turn. Then Reghys.” She’d turn her head to the now quiet Satyr next to her before turning to Xalkas. “I’ve yet to enter a competition.” The blonde confesses. She had always wanted too... 

Hawke grins widely having guessed correctly. “Heh, I’m more good at this than I thought I’d be! Though, you should definitely enter one of your brews in a competition. Maybe ours when we get to makin’ it, eh?” He chuckles lightly. “Looks like the rain is lightin’ up so let’s make this the last one, yeah?” He suggests then gets to thinking of his lies and truths.

”Alright, alright... I was raised by a buncha dwarves... I once pushed a kid in a lake because he beat me at skippin’ rocks... aaaand...“ His gaze falls a bit, but he still manages to keep a solemn smile on his face. “I’m actually a widow.”

*the rain has tapered to a drizzle

T'chal'fronack'zcinicker grins, "I'm choosing you pushed a kid in a lake....because I enjoy the image in my mind more than anything else.  Also, it tells me not to mess with you and your rocks." 

He stands up and hops out of the cage into the drizzle.  He checks the wheels and the road, then goes and pets the two horses, examining their shoes.  If it seems like wagon will be able to move, he glances back at the group.  "Well, shall we continue on our way?" 

“I think Snicker is on the right track.” Xalkas looks to Hawke for confirmation. 

Ebele would pat her nose in thought. He was definitely tugging at the heartstrings ending things with having being a widow as a choice. It’s a heavy truth to drop if that was it, and if it wasn’t the truth, was it a fear? A similar clever tactic to throw them off? Either way, they would find out. Truthfully, the way Hawke spoke was very reminiscent of some colourful dwarves. He did speak a different language earlier, but if it was dwarven, she would have understood it, right? “I’m probably wrong since I wanna go against the grain, but I’ma saaay you...” The monk would smirk, only slightly because she was mimicking him, and tilt her head towards the druid. “Were raised by dwarves.”

Kerric:

As the rain lightened up, Kerric heard most of the exchange and said, “I can see you pushing a kid in a lake—but more in jest than maliciously.”

As the rain begins to stop, Kerric moves away a bit and tries to shake the water off of himself, still keeping an eye out for any threats, but now assessing the state of the road and the horses with T’Chal.  “Right, we should be able to get moving soon,” he responds.

Ebele was successfully distracted by Reghys’ ‘social experiment’. Her fear and anxiety faded away along with the storm clouds. She was grateful for their idea and appreciated the bonding that came with it. Everyone was involved and participated in some way. It felt like a positive thing. Though, the Satyr themselves became quiet. The monk would gently slip from under their coat and return it onto their person with a gentle squeeze of their shoulder. “Thank you Reghys.” She’d offer a soft smile, hoping they were alright. Truthfully she wanted Reghys to have their turn, but would accept for now that it wasn’t meant to be. If they truly desired to share, she’d be there, like they were for her.

The blonde would then lean in towards Hawke, “And to answer your original question... We went to investigate some baddies. They had a caged bear. It raged, broke out, ate a man and went on it’s merry way.” She’d tilt her head near the end, pretty sure that that’s what her ears had picked up from what she could remember of the battle.

At Kerric’s prompt in agreement with T'chal'fronack'zcinicker, Ebele would take her turn out of the cart. As soon as she was out, she would take some space to stretch her body and limbs. Once limbered up, she was ready to assist with any wagon preparations prior to heading out.

Hawke snorts at Ebele’s impression of him. “That was pretty good! But, no, you’re wrong in that regard.” He chuckles. “Thought I’d get you all with that last bit! Can’t get nothin’ past ya, eh?” Hawke says with a sigh, though a grin could be seen wide on his face afterwards. “I did push a kid in a lake. Lil bastard had it comin’! Was constantly talkin’ shit ta me. He could swim though, which was good for him, I suppose.” 

Just as he moves to get up, he stops short to listen to Ebele explain the story with the cage, and though she couldn’t see it, he was grinning wide. “Serves the bastards right.” 

He stretches his arms and legs once out of the cage, and moves to check on the horses. “Hope the rain was refreshing to you all...” With a final pat, the Druid moves to the reigns and looks to check to see if everyone was ready to go. Once given the okay, they begin moving again.

AH: 9

The cart starts moving......then it doesnt

“... ****.” Hawke hisses under his breath, hopping off the cart. He then takes a look at the wagons wheels to see if maybe they’re stuck in some mud. If not then he checks on the horses to see if maybe one of them got stuck.

Investigation (if needed?): 19

Curious about the sudden starting and then stoping of the cart as well as Hawkes exclamation, Xalkas gets out to help investigate the cause. 

the cart appears to be stuck in the mud

need strength checks DC 13

Eager to be of some use and to put her body to work, Ebele offers to help push the wagon out after hearing their investigation.

Kerric:

Getting his feet set behind the wagon, Kerric puts his shoulder into the back of it and pushes...hard.  “Let’s get this wagon moving,” he says with a grunt.

Athletics:  22

(subtract 2 if you want only Strength, use additional roll below if someone helps)

Athletics/Advantage:  25

**ill allow athletics

1 pass   cart rocks forward then settles back

Xalkas attempts to help move the cart with Kerric and Ebele. Not expecting his help will do much, but wanting to help all the same. 

athletics: 12

11

Kerric:

”Let’s time it to pull with the horses,” Kerric suggests, trying to coordinate.

Athletics with help:  15

T'chal'fronack'zcinicker sighs and hops off the cart. "Perhaps we should sleep till all this dries out?  Shall we setup camp?  Otherwise, if I may suggest, this bear cage coming in extra handy, we could disassemble it and use the wood by placing it behind the wheels as they move forward a bit. But....given the rain, we could be at this all day.  I suggest we just wait."

Reghys slowly walks up besides T. "I agree. The trail we're following is cold by now anyway, no need to break a wagon... or Bill, here... over a hasty journey there. Plus, I owe you all my stories anyway, so we won't lack for entertainment."