Seeing Edgar approach, Aramae gives him a smile.

"Good morning, Edgar. Slept well, I hope. And you are looking in much finer health, I must say. I suppose unless we decide to go on our own, we will wait for the Dragonborn folk to set out for the next leg of our journey."

Edgar take Ara by the shoulder and leads him away. “Yes I slept like a baby. And I think it might be fun to have them around for a while.” Until I figure out if I figure out who place the note in my bedroll..

With fear in his voice he ask “What do you think about this?” And he gives him the letter. 

Aramae takes a moment to read the letter, then re-reads it, and re-reads it once more.

"I would guess by the wording that by singing that song you regaled us with last night you had initiated some sort of ritual or contract of sorts with some sort of powerful being or people. And they seem to not take kindly to insults, judging by this threat towards the end. In times like this, when I feel without direction, I would ask Tisus. Though I suspect He will have little knowledge regarding this letter or who sent it or why, I could ask him for you once we set upon the road, which may be soon if we are to keep traveling with the Dragonborn. But regardless, I would suggest keeping an eye out for any fires of blue, as that is the first part of your song. And not merely blue colored flames. Cryptic messages such as these should not be taken entirely literally."

Aramae casts Message to Edgar to say, 'Perhaps you could also ask your patron if they are aware of anything, at the very least if this is a sign of danger.'

Oryxis, oblivious to the cryptic threat, spends half an hour with some light stretching and strengthening exercises and then he slings his pack on and heads over to the dragonborn to lend a hand with packing things up, also hoping to get an inclination of their travel itinerary for the day, so that he could relay to his group where they planned to stop and how long for.

Oryxis finds out that the group anticipates stopping a little short of the town of Sundaraic. There's some debate whether they should push into the night and reach the town.

Fenro wakes and begins his morning routine, getting a small pot of water heating over the fire before rolling up his sleeping gear and stowing it in his backpack. As steam starts to rise from the pot, he adds a concoction of powder and leaves, creating a stimulating drink to help soften the hard trail rations. 

Around him, the others are moving, but there seems to be little urgency. Oryxis is chatting with the Dragonborn, and the others are in their own group quietly talking. Taking his drink and rations, Fenro wanders over to Aramae. "A quiet night. At least we got to rest. So how far do you say it is to Sundaraic?" 

"Ah, hello Fenro. I would say if we kept going and did not stop until we arrived, then we would get there after nightfall."

(And I am basing this on Sidewinder's comment. I wouldn't know, but Aramae may have at least some idea.)

"It will undoubtedly still be a few more days until we arrive in Bost."

(If you're on your own you would reach Sundaraic this evening, the dragonborn slow you down since a group can only go as fast as it's slowest member.

Bost is another 5 days down the road)

"If we keep with these Dragonborn, then we shall be at a slower pace. That is a choice we will have to make. Safety or speed. Honestly, I believe that it may be wise to break from these men. We have an...interesting package to deliver, as well an an extraordinary letter to deliver. But in our haste, with fewer numbers we make a better target for brigands and the like. It is the choice of travelers and traders."

”I agree with Ara. We should break from them, our mission is time sensitive and I don’t want to be holding on to these thinks longer then necessary.” 

He cast a look around to see if anyone is listening to their conversation. 

Perception check 

Fenro nods his head as Edgar talks. "Yes. As much as I like the company, I would rather be free of our charge. I think a little speed is called for. We don't know when the next machinations are going to take place, so it is probably best that we stay on the move."

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You don't spot anyone watching your group. They're all packing up to get back on the road while one who must be a sergeant is wandering the ranks cursing seemingly at random.

Seeing Edgar keeping a watchful eye, a thought comes to Aramae as he strokes the tuft of fur on his chin.

He will, in turn, cast Message to Edgar, Oryxis, Lyrika, and Fenro, all receiving this message:

'If you feel the need to speak privately, give me a signal and I can speak in this manner to you, then if needed, give your message to who needs it.'

Edgar sends  back “Wow Ara, that is genius! Can you teach me how to use this? And we will need a sign so you know when to instigate the telepathy.” 

Speaking aloud, but quiet enough so only our group can hear.

"Sadly I cannot. After I send such a message to you, you are able to respond in kind, as I have demonstrated in the past. But only I can initiate the transferral of messages, unless another among you knows the spell as well."

“Ah I see.” Edgar respond with disappointment

Aramae puts a hand on Edgar's shoulder and smiles.

"Think nothing of it, Edgar. Perhaps in time you could gain the knowledge and ability to be gifted in the arcane. But one cannot simply grant such abilities. Only the gods have such power."

Aramae looks to the sky.

”Ah figures.. but if I really set my mind to it, then maybe you can show me a trick or two?” Edgar laugh and dunk his friend in the back. When he walks of, though, you can tell that the note has really shaken him.