Earlier:

Ebele would have paused mid rock kick when she'd hear Hawke's voice in her head. She'd lower her foot tentatively, head looking down indicating body language that almost seemed like horror at the nudged thought. She'd let the emotions wash through her and she'd put her hands on her hips, accepting it. Well, they strengthen my toes so I can kick ass. The monk would smirk, then boot the rock in response. It was true. kicking rocks was one of the first training lessons she got.

"Thank you for sharing Reghys." Ebele would offer them a smile. Then after a moment, her head would tilt in thought. "Hey... wasn't I supposed to get like one drink for getting something wrong?" She'd reach for the wineskin.

Morning:

Ebele would happily accept some morning tea to wash down a dry breakfast after some morning stretches. She'd lift her mug in thanks to Kerric enjoying the warmth of the tea and fire. It was almost as if she could hear T'chal'fronack'zcinicker's shivering. "Imagine if we were forever stuck in this muck?" She'd jest. "Living out here can't be so bad!" She was building on Hawke's final words.

Earlier:

Reghys gave Ebele a wink, and in the corresponding tone of voice said: "I gotta admit, you got me. Part of the reason I suggested the game was so we could all taste some more of your delicious berry cider."

The next morning:

Reghys happily accepts some tea as well, glad to enjoy the deep aromas and flavours of the brew. After finishing the drink, they went up to Xalkas, tapping him on the shoulder: "If you're ready with the music box, I think I know what song to sing now."

Xalkas turns around excitedly to Reghys, “What song do you have in mind?” He then moves to retrieve the music box from his pack and presents it to the Satyr.

"It's a mother's lullaby, I heard it when I had to shelter on a farm to avoid a great storm. The daughter kept crying because of the loud thunder, but the mother took her child in, and sang this lullaby to calm her nerves and push back against the fear. I think it'll be a perfect match, no?"

Kerric:

“Nice lullaby—very soothing,” says Kerric, smiling as if at some long-forgotten memory.

As you all conversed over tea and breakfast by the warmth of Kerric's fire, the sun began to rise higher in the sky. It presented promise of a bright day and much drier roads for travel. You all relax to enjoy the morning, taking your time to complete your various tasks. Once everyone was ready to break camp, a final check list should be well on its way to ensure no further complications arise along the route.

How would you all like to make your final preparations?

(Making sure everyone has clicked that long rest button. Take this time to give your character a once over, prepare any spells and RP kick off.)

A mighty yawn emits from the druid as he awakens, soon stretching his arms over his head to alleviate the aches he felt after a rest like that. By this point, he was used to sleeping in damp conditions, but he never had to worry about anyone else other than himself. Having other around did have its perks, such as a nice warming cup of tea waiting for you, not needing to hunt down your breakfast when berries got boring, and the company was... nice. 

After breakfast, Hawke works on getting the horses together (after grazing) and harnessing them to the wagon for the journey ahead. When T'chal speaks of contracts, the druid turns his head with a raised a brow, then shakes his head with a chuckle, gaze returning back on the horses. "Lookin' like your in a good mood, Snickers, despite everythin' that happened yesterday." Just as he says that, he finishes with the harnessing and gives Bill a good pat on the neck. "Gettin' better every day."

He moves to the wagon, hopping on up to the driver's seat. "Let's get movin'!"

Kerric:

Stretching languorously, Kerric stood up from his fire and smiled at his companions, saying, "Another day dawns on the companions of the Argent Alliance.  Shall we get underway?"  As is his wont, the Elven soldier walks beside the wagon as they travel, keeping a sharp eye out for threats or clues to the delegation's mysterious disappearance.

Perception:  9

After conversing with Reghys and getting his help on the music box. Xalkas clambers into the back of the wagon and prepares his spells for the coming day. 

Ebele

Ebele felt the warmth on her skin, giving her a sense of rejuvenation while she basked in the morning sun that was breaking through. She would eat her fill of breakfast and enjoy tea in good company. The playful and positive moods shared by the others were also infectious. She'd help the others break camp when it came time.

The monk felt light on her feet, aching to train and eager to get adventuring. So while the others did their their last minute checks and preparations, the blonde could be found off in a small clearing, walking the rim of a bowl?

When Ebele would hear Hawke's boarding call, she'd hop off the bowl. After taking her breaths and completing a rushed closing bow, she'd chug the small amount of water that was in the bowl and dart over, catching up to walk alongside Kerric.

DM

Bill would let out an enthusiastic ney when Hawke would tend to him and the additions. He'd even mimic the druids chuckle over the tiefling's ramblings with a hearty chuff of his own. And when Hawke would give Bill a pat of praise, he'd prance his two front hooves in a little dance to show his appreciation for the care and treatment he's been receiving. The old horse still had his quirks mind you, but with the rain cleared and the sunny skies, things felt promising. His arthritis didn't seem to be as bad today. He was good to go, willing to show the other whipper snappers he could still loyally haul ass. Just a little slower. And maybe a little wabble here and there.

Once everyone had settled into their respected comforts of travel, Hawke and T'chal'fronack'zcinicker paired with the reins, Xalkas and Reghys are secure with the cargo in the cart,  Ebele and Kerric striding alongside, the group truly knew they were well on their way when Reghys would break into song from the back of the wagon. Their voice filled the air while their instrument set the beat of their steps, a pace Bill could even keep up with. The Argent Alliance was on their way.

Kerric was diligent and alert today. With his head on a swivel, he maintained awareness throughout this stretch of the trek and yet, all fared quiet for the warrior. There were no threats within his field of vision, and he was thorough. Any signs or clues of the delegations disappearance, along this path anyway, have clearly washed away with the storm. Something told the elf they may be starting over almost from scratch, though his optimism did encourage that not all hope was lost. Just, the clues were not here.

Survival Check
Roll call: Only T'chal'fronack'zcinicker and Hawke
Decisions: You may each roll survival or one of you may help the other

T'chal'fronack'zcinicker looks to Hawke, "So, thanks for piloting. Just so you know though, my name is pronounced T'chal'fronack'zcinicker, not T'chal, or 'Snickers, or anything else. If you have troubles remembering, I can help you. It's really quite simple.  It has less syllables than unrepresentationally, which I'm sure you have no problem saying. Oooh, watch out for the rock there on the road." 

(T'chal'fronack'zcinicker gives Hawk HELP)

Xalkas can’t help but let out a small chuckle hearing yet another correction from T'chal'fronack'zcinicker. He then alternates between staring out the back of the wagon and reading his book. 

Hawke stares at T'chal with a dumb smile, nodding his head as he explains how to pronounce his name. "Uh-huh. M'kay. Yeah. Oh shit--"

Going in one ear and out the other: 21

It was a good sized rock too. Certainly one that could have been detrimental to dear ol' Bill. With the extra pep in the horses step, he undoubtedly could have rolled his hoof or even broke it. And a break never spells well for a mare his age. Thanks to T'chal'fronack'zcinicker's unrelenting eye for detail, paired with Hawke's reflexes, they were able to steer clear of the obstacle. The wagon was able to cart along without incident.

As the trees and wilderness pass on by around you, Hawke, you realize that none of you had checked which direction you left towards this morning. And the longer you thought on it, the more you started to worry whether you all got turned around from the storm and your haste to get moving again. Before any further anxiety could set in, your instincts told you that this was the right way. You would have remembered that rock if you passed by it within the last day or so. And if you wouldn't have, inevitably T'chal'fronack'zcinicker would have. Feeling confident, you continue your way along the path well into the afternoon. Surely, you should be reaching some civilization soon...

Perception Check
Roll call: All who are alert and/or looking around

T'chal'fronack'zcinicker perception: 5

When that first pang of panic made itself known, Hawke tried to keep his cool. Obviously this was the right way... right? Did they pass that tree before? That blade of grass? He was the nature man, he should've known! Wait, no. That rock T'chal pointed out. That was new. The druid relaxes a bit, washing away the fear of needing to have notified the group they had been heading in the wrong direction this whole time. "Thank the Gods..."

Perceppypoo: 24

Xalkas perception with disadvantage for only half paying attention to the scenery out the back of the wagon: 3

T'chal'fronack'zcinicker turns to his wagon driving companion with a raised eyebrow, "Excuse me? Why are we thanking the gods?"

Kerric:

Walking along, Kerric considers he would recognize his backtrail--but then, it did rain a lot.

Perception:  11