She looks at Baymen with an eyebrow raised. "Um... I'll have to check my bag to see..." She begins going through her cartography bag, looking through the maps until she pulls out one of the current area "Forgot I had this. We're right here..." she points at a spot above the southeast corner of the map "...and this should be the... whatever the place is." She points at a settlement-looking area, near where they currently are.

"I wonder if they are friendly..." Cnicus wonders outloud, looking at the camp. "In any other situation, I would drop everything and say hi, but after what just happened with our dear late Mr. Fish I have my doubts. They could be just fellow travellers, though." 

Can Megoddosh make another perception check?

Baymen questioned, "I wonder if we might happen upon a herbalist. They're often amoung forest wanderers..." trailing off, he agreed with Cnicus. "Then again, there aren't guards watching behaviors like in town, perhaps help is best sought elsewhere, and this group avoided all together." He points to the map, moving a finger through the trees to avoid the encampment. 

Meggodosh can see four men sprawled out on bedrolls in the camp, seemingly alive but asleep. Other than that, the remnants of a campfire sit in the middle of their camp and four tents stand along its edges.

Alex gets behind a tree, with her longbow drawn.

Baymen remarked at the archer's swift actions, "Is something there?" before he looked about at the trees and skies above, warhammer in hand. 

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Baymen remarked at the archer's swift actions, "Is something there?" before he looked about at the trees and skies above, warhammer in hand. 

 She quietly says "In case they're not friendly. Go talk to them, I'll shoot them if they attack"

Baymen chuckles and shakes his head, figuring it was about as good a plan as any. It was just as likely that they'd wake up halfway through the group trying to avoid them and then the fight would break out anyway. 

He walked forward, not trying to be stealthy by any means, but also not going out of his way to call out or make noise. He wants to see if he can get within vision range and maybe just wave them down or something of that nature. Very non-aggressive, passive movements. 

You come to the edge of the clearing they rest in, with a good view of their camp. They are all sound asleep

While he has the upper hand, Baymen will hold his hands out, trying to determine if there is any evil about them...

((I'll be unavailable for a while, so if we get into combat, Megoddosh stays high up, swooping down to attack.))

You detect nothing

"...Should we really bother with this right now?" Cnicus asks Alex, getting a little nervous. "I mean, they are asleep right now. They could be friendly, but even I would get defensive if I was suddenly woken up by someone armed."

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"...Should we really bother with this right now?" Cnicus asks Alex, getting a little nervous. "I mean, they are asleep right now. They could be friendly, but even I would get defensive if I was suddenly woken up by someone armed."

 "Shh!" Alex says quietly (I'm behind the tree, facing away from the camp.

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You detect nothing

 As Baymen reached out to feel the ebb and flow of past deeds, there was an absence of evil within the group ahead. He would like to call back to the party, hearing the conversation that just took place. He placed his weapons in their straps for travel and turned slowly to Alex and Cnicus. He mouthed heavily, but spoke as close to a whisper as possible, "GOOD PEOPLE." He pointed to the sleeping group, then continued his exaggerated movements, "PEACEFUL APPROACH?" Before raising his arms slightly to show that he was no longer holding his weapons. 

Alex lowers her weapon, putting the arrow away and slinging her longbow on her shoulder

Figuring that the silence did not mean affirmative, Baymen slowly backed away from the camp. He planned to return to sneaking and\or passing in someway that did not disturb the groups peaceful nature and state. 

Looking about, Baymen could not determine what was to be done. The silence was hard to break-he didn't want to go walking up to the others in the party wearing chainmail and at the same time he was a horrible whisperer. Having been unsuccessful in his retreat, he continued with the plan he was at least somewhat sure of.

With his hands raised and weapons holstered, he introduced himself to the camp. "Good Morning" He waved trying to be as friendly as possible, "just passing by, didn't want to startle ya but I'm wearing armor and I can't exactly tip toe." 

The men in the camp groggily wake up, groaning and yawning. One of them stands, fixing his hair and clothes, and offers his hand. “Hello traveler. What brings you out here? Are you going fishing too?” He asks