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(OOC - I don't think Rinn has heard of it either.)

Rinn shakes his head, "No I don't recall it, but my guess is the dwarves I originally worked for that brought me to these parts would be interested. That is, if they don't already know about it."

Favric snaps his fingers, "Guys! Wasn't that Spider messenger looking for dwarfs?"

One of the cultists inside speaks up, "Yeah... Yes... Sir, they were looking for dwarfs with family name 'Rockseeker'."

Favric nodes focusing back on your new trio, "Yeah, 'Rockseeker', that's right. Jasmine has a great memory." 

"Why not take Jasmine and Olsihla with you? They can represent the cult and aid in the... quest to please...th... Ven... Lord Venomfang", Favric says. 

(( Rinn - You catch his pauses and rephrasing specifically due to his looking at Olsihla. ))

Silenus nods along but tilts his head to the side when Favric mentions bring cult members along.

"You're not, like, all preachy, are you?" Silenus asks Jasmine and Olsihla. "Company is totally cool but I'm not much for cults or worship."

He looks over at Rinn.

"So we have to find like a dwarf duded named Rockseeker. Easy." Silenus says before looking back at Jasmine. "Any dwarves named Rockseeker around here?"

The cultists identified as Jasmine, eyes wide beneath her mask as she steps past Favric, into the sun, looks at the three of you. In common, she replies,  "Um, no, not here... I'm not certain where they would be. I'll grab our packs."

"And a few changes of clothes, love. This outfit is too hot for civilization or a good hike.", Olsihla adds.

(( Reminder - Rinn and Silenus left a horse and a mule at the barracks just this morning. You can see the barracks just north from here. ))

Jasmine says, "I'll get the packs and change later."

"We've some animal friends to get too," Silenus says, pointing over at the barracks. "Come get us there."

Silenus then heads to the barracks. As soon as he and Rinn are away from the others he leans over to the elf.

"Maybe we could have given Venomfang a good fight, but with these others around, we'd have kept getting stuck in the back while we tried. We can come get dragon treasure after figuring out what this Black Spider dude is after." Silenus says then laughs. "Just too many gnarly baddies around here."

Rinn nods, "Agreed. Those cultists would not look kindly on any action against their lord." He thinks for a moment, then adds, "Perhaps we can get two birds with that stone. Pit Olsilha against the cultists, keep them busy and her too. May be just enough to keep them occupied, or even dead if Olsilha is as good as she seems to think."

Olsihla and Jasmine catch up with you at the barracks. While they are walking up to the door you do catch Olsihla saying, in Sylvan, "I am quite certain. There were four masks behind Lord Venomfang on the first rise off the stair case. They must have angered or bored the Lord leaving them to appear to be useless beyond a snack. Whoever the fifth was, they were either sent off, ran off, or encountered one of our deadlier neighbors."

"Oh, that's terrible!", Jasmine replies.

"Not at all. A dragon is a superior being. They will make the most use of you as they are able. If it was the white, your gang had chosen to entreat, you would all be ice circles waiting to be eaten at its leisure.", Olsihla counters with a tone of one correcting silliness. 

Silenus gets the mule out of the barracks, checking for ash zombies and twig blights while they get the gear sorted. He lets the mule fill up on grass before yoking them to the wagon again.

"So old, Venomfang gets pretty hungry?" Silenus asks then smiles at mention of the white. "Any idea where the white dragon, dude is?"

Once the mule has eaten and they're ready to start their quest for a Rockseeker, Silenus looks at the various ways into and out of Thundertree.

"Any camps, or forts, or homesteads nearby? We're going to totally have to ask for directions." He asks Jasmine and Olsihla.

(( Jasmine and Olsihla were speaking in draconic. I changed it to Sylvan. [Post 4914 Edited] ))

Jasmine, removing her mask and smiling, responds, continuing in Sylvan, "We haven't located the white's lair. We are certain it is within the region based on the various sightings reported before we found Lord Venomfang here in Thundertree."

Olsihla and Jasmine toss their bags onto the wagon. They pull out lighter material tunics. Olsihla's is a natural gray linen. Jasmine's is a vibrant, almost metallic groan. You have not seen that color or fabric since your brief dream entry into the Faywild at Axeholm.

In fact, Silenus, everything you see about Jasmine, suggests she is from your home land. 

She has sparkling butterfly wings, apparently tattooed, into her back. From what you see while she and Olsihla change, continuing to talk, the wings continue down beyond the line of her black leather jeans. 

At least some wild fairy ancestry, you are certain. She is nearly, or just barely, four foot tall. She has black hair braided tightly back from her face and down her back. Her hair, eyebrows, and eye lashes are sprinkled with a multitude of metallic colored hairs like a random selection of wild beetles. Her eyelashes are long and eyebrows thick and bushy but not grown together. She has slightly larger 'elven' ears that are common in fae folk and goblinkin alike. She looks slim, nearly skinny, but with clear wiry muscle tone. 

Jasmine, continues talking, in Sylvan, while she and Olsihla change and the mule and horse graze. 

"I know of Neverwinter just a day or so down the river from here and a logger camp about the same distance up the river."

"I know some Centaur, Daraktan and Goblinkin tribes make home in the forest beyond the logger camp and between here and the Triboar Trail."

"And I know of Phandalin."

"My knowledge of the area is similar. Though I have browsed the streets of Neverwinter and Leilon.", Olsihla adds.

Silenus cocks his head to the side as Jasmine's true nature is revealed.

"I like your wings," Silenus finally says.

He looks over at Rinn.

"Well, we've totally got to pick a direction. Any suggestions?" Silenus asks. "Head back to Phandalin and track down word of any Rockseekers? Or go check out this logging camp? I don't really like those dudes who chop the trees down."

Rinn shrugs and answers in common, "I don't recall a Rockseeker in Phandalin at all. It's unlikely he would be at a logging camp if he's searching for a cave, but then again the caves beyond sound promising. I say we head that way."

Jasmine blushes brightly. In Sylvan she responds, "They’re tattoos here. That's what Olsihla calls they. At home,", she pauses and looks to Olsihla who nods then  she continues, "in the Faywild, they were beautiful and functional, at least for gliding or landing softly. I don't speak of home often. Are you from home? The Faywild, I mean."

Olsihla looks over the cart and patched wagon wheel. She casts mending upon it strengthening the patch and wheel. 

(( You are all heading west to the river, then upstream toward the Loggers Camp, correct? ))

((I think that sounds right as far as direction))

Silenus smiles at Jasmine.

"Not really sure," Silenus says in answer to where he's from. "I totally grew up in the woods and went back and forth between the feywild and Cloakwood Forest. It was awesome. Sometimes you could hop from one gate to the next. But I don't know which side I was born on."