Gillain follows the man, but slowly, staying a good 10-12ft from him and readying her shield and spear just in case.

She keeps her wits about her checking for danger as she goes.

Perception check: 21 

Gimble:

Confident in Gillsin’s abilities, Gimble follows along as well.

The party makes its way into the wooded area. 
The party travels into the cover of the woods and finds the figure is leading you to an area in the middle of the grove of trees. Once there, the figure turns around and pulls back his hood. You see an older man, thin build, with long black hair streaked with white, with a long, almost beak-like nose.
"I hope they didn't hear us." the old man says.
Out from behind some of the trees step 4 more people, all wearing cloaks with hoods.
"I am Davian, owner of this vineyard. What brings you here?" he asks. 

Gimble:

”We are here to investigate the late wine deliveries on behalf of Urwin, proprietor of the Blue Water Inn,” responds Gimble.

”I suspect it may have something to do the reason you are hiding, does it not?” he adds.

Bob squints at the figures emerging from the trees, trying to see if they were readying to attack or were simply protecting the owner of the vineyard.

Insight check: 15

Bob doesn't feel these folks are a threat unless the older man speaking is threatened.

"Urwin eh?" the old man's hand goes to his chip and the whisp of beard growing there. "Well, he wasn't much to get out and do things for himself, even as a boy." 
The old man is silent for a moment.
"You can tell Urwin he won't be getting any more wine until a way is found to get rid of these death worshipping tree huggers that have taken over the vineyard. I just hope they didn't spot you when you were coming up or when your knight here goes and gives her loud salute." 
The old man peers past the party and towards the house. 

Without looking at the party he asks. "You lot wouldn't be willing to go down and sort out those druids down there would you?"

Ban resituates her hood to ensure her ears are covered and speaks up, "I'm assuming you've spoken with these druids? In my experience, those kinds of people are peaceful; albeit a bit eccentric. Perhaps they can be persuaded to take leave of the area and relocate amicably."

The old man shakes his head.
"You've never dealt with the Blight Druids then." The old man says. "They believe the Dark Lord of this realm is the path to balance and salvation. They worship Stradh and try to mimic his dark ways." the old man tells the group.
"I take it you folks aren't willing to help then?" he asks. 

Gillain steps over, “You own this vineyard?… They on your land?… ‘Death worshiping’, you say?… We’ll take a look. You can rely on that. Where are they exactly? What’s the best approach?”. 

Gimble:

”They don’t sound like any nature Druids I ever heard of—worshipping death instead of life,” says Gimble.  “We will certainly help, but I am not optimistic of a peaceful solution. I take it they prevent you from tending your grapes, maybe attack you or even sicken your vines?” he asks.

Bob tugs fretfully at his beard. "Well, I've come t' understand the nature o' this place a bit better an' while death might be everywhere and decay all around us death ain't t' be worshiped. Accepted, maybe, but never worshiped!" He almost explains that he himself is a druid but doesn't elaborate any further.

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Bob doesn't feel these folks are a threat unless the older man speaking is threatened.

"Urwin eh?" the old man's hand goes to his chip and the whisp of beard growing there. "Well, he wasn't much to get out and do things for himself, even as a boy." 
The old man is silent for a moment.
"You can tell Urwin he won't be getting any more wine until a way is found to get rid of these death worshipping tree huggers that have taken over the vineyard. I just hope they didn't spot you when you were coming up or when your knight here goes and gives her loud salute." 
The old man peers past the party and towards the house. 

Without looking at the party he asks. "You lot wouldn't be willing to go down and sort out those druids down there would you?"

“Depends, how have they been attacking? How many have you seen personally and what are you willing to offer if we are successful. I know Urwin needs the wine but that’s a whole other dealing…” 

"I have been watching about 3 of them druids parade around outside." the old man tells the party. "Along with the "devil" twigs they keep as pets. How many of them there are, I don't know. There are a few more druids holed up inside the winery but I don't know how many are holed up in the house or barn." 
The old man thinks a moment.
"I am sure Urwin offered to pay you for your troubles. But," the old man pauses a for a moment. "I can give you 50 gold and 3 barrels of wine. The gold is the easy part, the wine, you can drink or sell as you see fit." 
The old man looks to the party. It is hard to read his thoughts but after a moment he says.
"And, I can tell you where you can find a gem that could help you travel the mists and maybe, just maybe, get you back to where you come from."
Again he looks the party over.
"Don't be surprised. I can tell your not from this land. We get folks like you here on occasion and know every one of you do your best to find a way back to your home." 
The old man pauses to let this sink in. 

"A gem that could take us travel throught the mist, that could be of use... Well regard less, I think we can help you. Do you know if theres a hidden path to the house?" 

At the same time, Gillain asks the party, in an uncharacteristically quiet voice,, “Do we favour the direct approach? I can lead a charge in… Or something a little stealthier? Ban and others could maybe lead a sneaky approach… Or split up and try a little of both??…”. She looks a little unsure, but the party knows she wouldn’t hesitate to storm in, if that’s what the group decide.

Gimble:

”I suppose we are past the point of asking them politely to leave Davian’s property, though I would still be willing to try,” volunteers Gimble.  “I have a spell that might help with the stealth approach if you like, but I expect Druids and their allies to be pretty alert,” he continues.

"I doubt if asking politely would do anything but, if you think you can get them to leave that way by all means you can try." the old man interjects. He is silent afterwards, waiting to see what the party will do. 

Bob tugs his bears as he speaks, his voice thoughtful. "I could always help with either path, seein' as I could turn into somethin' sneaky... though druids might expect somethin' like that." He chuckles and rubs the back of his neck under his mane of hair. "P'raps some of us could sneak 'round while others try t' negotiate a bit? If negotiations fall through we go through with plan B."

The thud of heavy rain hitting the leaves of the trees increases as the party stands concealed amongst them. Off in the distance, a flash of lightning and seconds later thunder rolls over the sky above. 
Another storm approaches. 
A misty breeze parts the leaves around you and you see the building that serves as home and winery for the old man and his family. 
From around the far corner, the party sees a figure carrying a torch. It is a female human dressed in hides with bones and twigs hanging from her hair and around her neck. 4 small humanoid "twig" figures accompany her. They walk around the building to the corner nearest you then she points to the far side of the Winery and the twig figures turn around and rush across and around the corner. She follows them but at a slower rate, her head turning this way and that as if she is looking for something or someone. 
She disappears around the corner.
Another flash of lightning, though in the distance, illuminates the Winery for a moment. 
The heavy rain increases. 

Tio nods "Very well then a stealthy approach until we cant anymore. Thankfully the storm is quite loud, lets use it to our advantage."  Tio will try lead the stealthy charger as she makes her way towards the house.

Stealth: 15