Frolum nods. "Very well. I'll face Greenest. As for riches and items, they've gone North with Rezmir. There are three dragon eggs. As for where he got them, I don't know."

Wolfstine says "I'm sure you know more than what your saying. I saw you commanding part of the army that sacked Greenest. When I had my arrow trained upon your heart from the keep. Your belligerent self confidence saved you. For you showed your arrogance being out in the open."

He smiles "Besides we already know who your people stole the eggs from." 

He looks to the others "I guess we have some guard drakes to contend with and then Jack can have the Eggs."

“We need a break to patch up, regroup to retain focus. Do you know what happens when you tangle the weave of magic without focus? Nothing. Or nothing good. Please, just a short while.” Waldeyr is laying it on thick, maybe whinier than he has the right to be for someone who isn’t hurt. 

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A separate sheet of paper that is covered with numerals in columns contains the note, “Everything must be freighted north to Naerytar. Rezmir allowed us to keep some pearls, a ring, and a handful of small stones.”

Fargen reminds Waldeyr of the paperwork and pulls out one of the pieces of paper. "So this was your note, yes?  Where are the pearls, ring, and gems you mention?" He eyes the cleric suspiciously (17) awaiting an answer.

Frolum eyes the note. "That is my note. Very well."

She empties her pockets and gives out three emeralds worth 50 gold each, two pearls worth 100 gold each, and a brass ring. 

"How's your frog doing? Waldeyr" Wolfstine after the cleric gives up what she has in her pockets starts searching her further "Nothing personal just a precaution." 21Investigation

(as a gentleman of course)

Waldeyr seems to perk up at the sight of the treasure. “Well, well! Perhaps I have condemned this life of adventure too soon! After all, no one is permanently injured. Wenches love scars and the stories that accompany them. And they admire a man of means more. Why… I’d say this life was meant for me.” He starts examining the gems when Wolfstine’s speaks up. “What now, a frog? Oh my frog! Flippy!” 
He attempts to see through his familiar’s sight. How is Flippy, @dm? 

OOC: Flippy is fine. 

Wolfstine as you pat her down, you notice she has a dagger on her belt with a hilt that's carved in the shape of a green dragon. 

“Oh thank goodness… Flippy’s just keeping an eye out.” Waldeyr settles down then. “Now, who shall keep track of all this treasure? I’m perfectly capable if you’d like. I could keep a fine ledger.” 

Thufir simply waves them off and says, "Treasure can be dealt with later. We must first secure the eggs."

Fargen nods. “I’d like to claim one of those pearls. I need one to identify magic items.”

Fargens eyes Frolum, “What other defenses remain?  You’ll be coming with us to call them off.”

He takes the dagger "So, pretending to be complacent while biding your time?" Wolfstine smiles "I like you you're a commendable vixen. Tell us more about the plans for Tiamat, that name keeps coming up."

He looks to the group "Tie her up gag her if she doesn't want to talk further, we're taking a break then we'll finish this. Thank you Katar."

Wolfstine adds "My friends you've done well. Like I just said rest for an hour and we'll continue."

Frolum shrugs off the compliment and adds," I don't know anything about Tiamat or the Cult's plans. That's all Rezmir," she says before sitting down. 

An hour goes by without incident and you complete a short rest. 

HD8

Wolfstine says to Thufir "Are you taking the halberd? Heavy weapons are your style I think." 

"This sword was given to me by an old friend." Thufir replies, looking at the well worn sword in his hands. "Though I may try to have it sharpened later, I do not plan to trade it in." He then looks to the others and says, "When you all are ready, we must find the hatchery. The eggs should never have fallen into the hands of this group in the first place." There is lightning in his voice when he says 'this group'.

Wolfstine shrugs and decides to carry it himself leaving the cleric gaged he helps her up "Who's going to watch her?"

Waldeyr puts his finger to his nose, to indicate “not it” in a game of “nose goes.”

Fargen offers Waldeyr his crossbow, "You might find this more useful than me.  I was never much for archery myself."

Before the rest, he turns to Wolfstine, "Looks like you've got plenty of weapons to handle.  I'll take that halberd off your hands.  I can reshape it."

Fargen uses the hour to be an industrious dwarf.  He sets off in a corner and performs the ritual of the artisan's blessing with the halberd.  He returns with the battleaxe with a strikingly similar handle and head, but reformed.

He shows the transformed weapon to dispirit the cleric.  "There, that's an improvement.  Alright, I'll watch the cleric.  If she gives me trouble, I'd just knock her senseless.  Let's go find the eggs."