Aimon looks between Oak and Caelynn, a glint of his usual level of amusement in his eyes.

"Maybe surviving dragon fire has its upside after all," Aimon says. "Let's gather the others and tell us what you've seen over breakfast, Caelynn."

He rubs his stomach.

"I'm starving this morning."

Caelynn finally tears her eyes away from Oak when Aimon speaks. "Right. Breakfast." She mutters to herself, almost as if she had forgotten. She grabs her boots and armor tugs them on as quickly as possible, completely lacking her usual grace, then hurries back over towards the others.

Trill, casting Identify once again reveals the ring to be a Ring of Fire Resistance, but there's something to it you can't quite put a finger on.

After everyone gathers together after awakening from their slumber, they head out the door of their suite and up the stairs to the dining room of the inn. You see that about half of the tables are filled this early morning as the visitors to Gracklestugh begin to rise from their sleep. After you sit at one of the stone tables, a dwarven server brings you each a bowl of steaming porridge. It tastes slightly sweet, and it has a grainy texture.

Over the course of the last few hours, Trill has begun to develop a hacking cough that sounds wet and ragged. 

Everyone besides her needs to make a DC 10 Constitution Saving Throw with advantage to see if they contracted Grackle-Lung over the course of yesterday. 

Frila showed a sad face looking at the rest of the party
"how could i been so stupid and selfish? If I was stronger then maybe dawn...." she thought
She felt a heavy guilt due to dawn's condition and that her first reaction was to go on a blaze of glory. "I didn´t even... "
She tries to look her usual self but couldn´t lock eyes on anyone
"Oak... what he said was, strong. I must forget the family burden, and focus on helping him. It might not be enough to pay for my weakness, just hope it helps"
Her concentration is breaked by Trill´s coughing

Constitution check: 22

((i had to reroll since i forgot to add advantage, it gave 14 but since i forgot that i am gonna redo))

Oak asks, “Trill are you okay? That sounds rough...”.

CON check (DC10): 16 

Aimon wolfs down his porridge, scraping the bowl clean.

"So what's up, Caelynn?" Aimon asks once he's paused long enough to swallow and take a breath. "Another night time visit from your faerie queen?"

At the sound of Trill coughing, he can feel a slight tickle in his own throat.

Con Save: 16  

Trill gives a wheeze, trying to speak, but giving it up as another fit takes her.

Yeah, I'm fine, just woke up with a scratchy throat. Maybe from the mist I flew through above the undead lake? Or just the general ick of this place. Can someone order me a hot tea, with honey if they have it?

Oh! I figured out that spell to figure out what sort of properties magic things might have! That ring is a ring if fire resistance, but I can check out anything else we have after breakfast? Maybe can tell more about Dawn?

Aimon waves over their server and asks for anything resembling hot tea and honey for Trill.

"Sure, Trill," Aimon says. "If there's any magic left in Dawnbringer's hilt, maybe there's a way to resurrect her."

He takes out the cracked hilt and passes it over to Trill.

((She'll wait until they are back up in the room.))

After a bit of food and a drink, Oak is coming back, a little more, to his old self, although he seems to have a slight out-of-focus look in his eyes, like he keeps seeing something over everyone’s shoulders when he speaks to them.

When he’s back to thinking a little straighter though, he realises again what Caelynn might have said. “My Lady... <munch> Did you say..?... <chomp> that you knew my family??... ...But surely that’s not possible. Is it? <swallow>....??”. He looks up at her (through her) a couple of times, as he chooses another bite of something to eat, and waits for her to respond...

((OOC: ps.. well over 2k posts!! wow!))

Con save: 18

To Trill's note, Caelynn responds, "If it gets too much worse let us know, and we'll see about finding you some kind of healer."

She focuses on her breakfast and collecting her thoughts for a minute before Oak speaks to her. "No, I haven't met them, although I might get to soon. Titania didn't have much advice on dealing with our current demon issue - it sounds like we might just have to go along with his plan and then get out of here before he can demand more of us - but she did tell me that what you're looking for is in a place called Mantol-Derith."

Oak thinks for a bit, “Me? I’m not really looking for anything. I just...”. He thinks for a second, then looks Caelynn dead in the eye. Not through her, but right at her. It might have been startling (or terrifying) to anyone but Caelynn. “No!.. No no no!.. “. A tear rolls down his face and lands in his food. ”Are you teasing me? Is this a joke?.... How can you? You can’t know!!”.

The slightly out of focus look comes over his face again, and he looks about the room, and itches his new tattoo... ...In his mind, he thinks he sees a distant thundercloud-of-spirts, approaching from the walls, minotarian shapes coming through from the kitchen, similarly-horned-hulking-forms sat at tables just across from him. Some of them bellowing or raising a mug or stein...

He closes his eyes, muttering ‘No no no no......’.

He looks up again. The room, back to normal...

He looks back to Caelynn, repeating over and over to her (like he might forget it), “Mantol-Derith... Mantol-Derith... Mantol-Derith.....”. Over, and over and over... staring at Caelynn.

Trill, having calmed her latest bout, pats her big friend's arm. "Mantol-Derith... Mantol-Derith..."

((Random question, but @DM, could you remind me if we were given a time frame on the whole dragon release thing?))

Caelynn seems more puzzled than anything at Oak's sudden reaction, looking back into his eyes with a mix of confusion and concern. "I thought you were trying to find your family again, and that maybe that's where they were now..." She tries to gather her thoughts and figure out what Oak might be thinking, or recall anything she's heard about this place.

((History: 10))

"I don't know anything," she starts tentatively after a minute has passed. "Just the location. But if this thing, or person, that you're looking for is important to you, you know that we'll help you. If you don't want to tell us, that's fine too, but you don't have to face this alone."

Oak doesn’t really hear Caelynn, he just asks “Where? ...Is that....?”.

He turns to Trill, as she comforts him, “Where is it??....”.

Before anyone can answer, he stands, knocking over his own chair and banging his knees on the low table. Everything on it jumps up and inch and lands back where it started with a clatter of crockery. “Where is Mantol-Derith?”, he asks the room.

”Where is Mantol-Derith??“, he asks again, shouting this time.

He turns and grabs the nearest person at the next table, a diminutive humanoid of some kind, lifting him clean off the ground by his waistcoat. “WHERE IS MANTOL DERITH??...”. He flies into a rage!...

Bonus action: rage, with ancestral protectors...

The whole party and everyone in the Inn sees four-or-five (or nine-or-ten) spectral minotaurs shimmer into existence. They quickly look around the Inn and realise there are no enemies here...

The largest one, easily 3-feet-or-more taller than Oak, puts a gental hand on Oak’s arm, gesturing for him to put the man down.

Oak does that, and his rage subsides, and the spectral warriors disappear...

Oak puts the man down and backs away, looking scared and sorry...

Caelynn is on her feet moments after Oak starts shouting, weight in the balls of her feet, watching his every move with sharp eyes. She starts making her way towards him when he picks the man up, but her path is blocked by chairs, and she can only make it a few steps before the room suddenly fills with ghostly images. She pauses, trying to figure out what to do, and in those few seconds everything calms down as quickly as it had started.

Walking the rest of the way around the table, she places a gentle but firm hand on Oak's forearm and upper back. "We're going to go back downstairs, and we're going to talk about this," she tells him quietly. Her face and tone are unreadable - sympathetic? Chiding? Afraid? She attempts to start guiding him towards the staircase, sparing a quick glance over her shoulder to gesture for the rest of the party to follow.

Trill flicks a silver to the man, and one to the barkeep, bobbing her head in coughing apology.

((What are the effects of Grackle-lung? Does it count as poisoned, exhausted, something else?))

Oak is happy to be lead away by Caelynn. His tattoo is bleeding a little, maybe where he itched it, but only a little.

If anyone asks, he says he’s fine, it was just a shock, and he’s sorry. He didn’t mean to scare the guy.

((You were supposed to meet back up with the Derro tomorrow at 6 in the evening. As for the Grackle-lung, the actual mechanics of the disease will happen tomorrow as well. You also remember you could meet up today with Captain Blackskull to inform her if you found any signs of corruption in the city.))

When asked for, one of the waiters brings some sort of yellow liquid that helps soothe Trll's throat when she drinks it.

Caelynn, you rack your mind about anything you've heard about Mantol-Derith. You don't recall any substantial information, but you do remember that it is some sort of criminal outpost on the Darklake somewhere.

When Oak flies into a rage, the whole room turns and looks at him alarmed. You see a few weapons are drawn, but once Oak regains control, they sheath them once more. They watch you carefully as you begin descending the spiral staircase heading back down to your suite.

Going back up to the room, Trill casts her spell upon Dawnbringer. She senses that while the sword will still funtion as a Sunsword, the presence that was Dawnbringer has been destroyed or lost.

As her spell concludes, Trill turns her glistening back eyes to Aimon and gives him a big hug before scribbling in her journal where he and the others can read over her shoulder.

She's not there any more... I'm so sorry Aimon. If there's any fragment of her left, I can't pick it up, I don't know if she can be restored, but the blade should still function.

I'm going to identify the chest, and I can check your amulet Oak, and anything else we've picked up.

Oh, and this ring provides fire resistance, there's something else that it does, but I can't quite figure that out. Who got burnt the worst by the dragon yesterday? Maybe they should take it?

Trill will spend the next however long identifying any of the other items the party brings for her to look at.