At Shautha's sharp words, stinging him like a verbal sword, as his mind flashed to the men who had attacked him and his... just as he was about to cvontinue fleeing, he felt the soothing touch of further healing magic, though now awake .. or atleast more sensible to notice that he was being actively un-hurt, causing the man to pause and turn to look at the group.. well the two women, rather. And the man collapsed against the wall for a moment, overcome with relief. These were not the people who had hurt him and... before he could complete his thoughts again, he felt Yin's touch and though he flinched, he didn't pull away as she continued what she had been doing before he had 'fled.' 

And as she continued her quick work, that was.. far faster than it should have been for the delicate touches she was applying but he felt his pain ebb and all but cease, becoming no more than a dull throb that was barely even a footache in intensity. He took several moments as you both spoke, breathing as if he had never done so before. As if suddenly registering he'd been asked a question he mutters and stumbled over his own words for a few moments B.. I.. oh uh..     I.. they the people who attacked me said I was part of some devils cult his eyes momentarily shifting to Shautha before returning to a spot between them, looking at neither. I told them I .. wasn't....  I told them I had only been in town for a few days, seeking solace from the storms and other frightening events, but they just said "Aha! so you admit it" .. b-but I had no clue what they were talking about.. this was the only safe place to hide from the winds and the rain... Womford is fine but.. the walls and this place offered better comforts... and its just across the river so I risked coming here to weather whatever was going on out..

The man paused swallowing to whet his throat as his pupil-less eyes closed. My name is Kujata. And my... the man looks around as if once more suddenly coming to a realization, and see's only Shautha and Yin, when fear creeps back into his voice and mannerisms Where is Cyena? uh my wife. She is also a teifling, and she bears our child and she too was attacked. his entire body shivered, as if his heart knew the answer that his mind hadn't caught up to Where is she?

Edit: I knew I forgot something, sorry Ulf. Posting below this edit.
Ulf tries to be ever watchful but for some reason, a score of flies buzz around and land on his face repeatedly, every time he swats them away if he does, or otherwise land and re-land on him distracting him tremendously as he attempts to keep watch. Though his natural perception is high, betweem the sounds, and general annoyance of the flies who seem to find the slight sweat on his face the most alluring thing they've seen in a while, they continue to swarm around him as a group of six. 

Though Ulf can tell this is some natural, if annoying, occurrence and not a sign of enemy attack or anything of the like. Most people have stopped walking the streets and the town itself has become mostly quiet. Through the buzzing, Ulf can hear a noise, but DUE to the buzzing and constant irritation he can't place from where, or whom. 

Shautha stares confused at the tiefling for a second, "Wife? What..." , before realization hits. 

"...shit." She curses, before turning to look at Ylnira. If she answered the question bluntly, the tiefling might react badly. Better to leave the healer to answer that.

"You shouldn't have come here." She says rudely. She's angry, but her anger is not directed at Kujata, but to his wife's murderers. To her, pregnant women were out of question: Not only it was cowardly to attack a combatant when they were in a vulnerable state, but also it was offensive to her as someone who worshipped a goddess of fertility. It was a hunt reserved only for the worse of wars and for cursed bloodlines the gods themselves wanted gone, not over a flimsy cult accusation. She felt her blood boiling.

"It's not safe here. The people here are worst than a storm or an earthquake. You shouldn't have come here..." She turns and lets Yilnira do the talking. To calm her fury, she imagines herself clubbing those people to death, their bones breaking and their blood spilling on the ground, and she immediately feels a lot better.

Shautha has gained a point of inspiration.

Waiting for atleast one more post from either of the other two.

Ulf will move away from the swarm of flies, circling the group and trying to get a better vantage point from which to observe. Clearly he underestimated the muck and filth of the town.

Ylnira’s comforting expression solidifies into her familiar lined, severe tone as Kujata delivers the unfortunate news. The murder of a defenceless, child-bearing woman - no matter the circumstance - is unjustifiable. Her eyes momentarily dull as she tunes out a whirl of agonising screams and oaths being sworn in her mind from her other half as she attempts to mask the infuriated soul she harbors within from making an appearance. Allowing emotions to precede calmness was forbidden by the monasteries she trained within. Emotions were results of pain, and suffering was wrought from repressed emotions which were left to fester for too long. The voice inside her mind was certainly left untamed for longer than it should have been.

“Kujata, I am sorry,” Ylnira begins, tone practiced and measured with the grace of one who has comforted those in pain, physical and mental, for her entire life. To any exterior observer, Ylnira seems to be bringing the news of Kujata’s wife in the least traumatic way possible, but Ylnira considers this a silent apology for being responsible for the death she caused. Of course, Ylnira wouldn’t admit it. Not here. Not now.. “Your wife has perished. I know the treatment Tieflings are subject to. People are volatile in times of trouble, and they tend to blame who they can. I am sorry the collective frustration of the town was taken out on you.” The temptation to divulge who was responsible lies heavily on Ylnira’s tongue, but she restrains herself from saying more. Destruction only fed destruction - and while Ylnira was certainly bent on righting the wrong done here at some point, letting this man loose with a knife and a name would be beneficial to none.

 Moving away from the buzzing flies seems to help Ulf focus. He had simply picked a bad spot without realizing the flies were going to immediately cling to him, thus distracting him. Free to observe, he scans the area once more, still sensing something is off. Eventually scanning along the edges of the paddocks walls when his eyes spot a shadowed figure resting atop it. It seemed to be watching the goings on of the trio. It was tiny, relatively. A snake resting along the wall... or rather a small army of snakes, observing the goings on.

Kujata flinches when Shautha first says that he shouldn't have come here, expecting a sudden strike that didn't come, as the Orc had -by his perception- only acted hostile, then healed him, then hostile once more leaving him unsure how to feel about her. If I had known my wife and I were going to be attacked here, I wouldn't have. But the word on the road at the time was that if you didn't have a small army... that the Bargewright was the next safest place. That the man in the tavern, Nalarkey or.. whatever his name is would go to any lengths to keep people safe... and the words rung true as he responded to Shautha's past-tense warnings.

The mans visage clearly calms a bit when Yin starts talking as he starts to face her, though clearly puzzled by her shadowed features, the moonlight just barely enough to allow someone to see it. When Yin apologized, his face turned to questioning, as if he wasn't quite sure what she was apologizing for. Though as her conversation overcame the obvious hill -though it wasn't a hill she had trouble climbing- it was clear the man had effectively tuned out everything else Yin said after "teiflings" in the same vein as one who's hearing muffles out the world into unintelligible background noise mixing together as a dull note in the background.

His eyes darted back and forth, as if searching for an alternative explanation, with Yin likely being the only one who could 'see' such a thing, considering teiflings lack of eye-"features" Huu.. uh... Perhaps you are mistaken? She was a fighter... as good with her fists as she was with a club.. maybe they knocked her out worse than they did me...? w-where is she?

Ulf moves toward his companions, coughing again as he moves near Shautha, "We are being watched..." he whispers, "...south-south-west, atop the wall, don't look straight away. Snakes or a large serpent. Such things do not ordinarily travel at night..."

Having said his piece, he moves away again, away from the snakes then, near the edge of his vision (80-90') he starts to circle, trying to get a better view of the strange entity.

Ylnira casts a glance towards Shautha and Ulf. It seemed like they were keeping their eyes on the surroundings. Good enough - Ylnira assumes they were being watched. This town full of criminals certainly wouldn’t believe in trust. She returns her gaze to Kujata, calming eyes meeting the pupil-less sclera of the tiefling’s, worn expression comforting and apologetic. “We witnessed her body. I am afraid she is certainly dead. I am familiar with what you are feeling - I have seen many through losses, but I assure you seeing the circumstance of your wife’s death may not ease you through your pain.” 

Upon hearing Ulf say the news, Shautha grows angrier. "The place is not safe... We should go from here. If they now know that we healed their so-called devil instead of killing him, they might decide that we are devils too. Not safe."

She turns to Kujata. "You should escape from here. Do not seek revenge, if you couldn't fight them then you still won't be able now. They'd just kill you. You should just go as far away from this place and its people as possible..." She glances at her two companions. "...and we should do the same. Dealing with a town full of stupid nutcases is not what we were hired to do."

She find herself wishing that she had a whole tribe by her side to burn this place to the ground. Here alone, it didn't matter how strong she was: If the mob she had seen at the inn attacked them, there wasn't much a group of just three people could possibly do. 

The teiflings eyes 'fell' from her gaze as the news was revealed, and he began rocking slightly as he processed the news. Dry heaving several times before finally brown-yellow, and somewhat green liquid poured from his mouth as he retched onto the ground, spilling out part of his somewhat-recently consumed dinner. After which his breath came in slow heaves and he seemed about to cry but he held it in better than most, though Yin would see that he was biting his own lip, hard, in the same manner that some use pain to break illusions -his way of holding himself together- even as blood trickled from his lip.

Y.. You are both... right. I... I... I have a .. potion.. that .. i can use... he says, breathing heavily, barely controlling his emotions. Revenge seeming last in his mind, though no one had to wonder why for long as he forced himself to continue I.. must tell.. her family... so.. don't worry, I will.. uh leave in a moment. I uh.. he nearly broke as his frown contorted to a nearly impossible to believe manner as one does when they want to break into heavy, ugly sobbing. Give .. me just a moment... I.. Will leave it took him several long moments, but he seemed to be preparing himself to imbibe in the same manner as one taking a vitamin in the modern era, making sure he wouldn't accidentally choke, before pulling out an oddly colored vial, looking at it with regret, as if he thought that perhaps if only .... before the cork was unstoppered and his lips met the tip, and quickly he said Thank you.. both for healing me. I'll repay you some how.. if ever we meet again. and then he ... disappeared. 

Yin could hear the sound of footsteps where Kujata had been moving towards the paddocks entrance.. slowly, but surely. Kujata was leaving, to the best of your knowledge.

With Ulf, he spots almost a full dozen tiny snakes atop the walls, that had been observing the proceedings .. atleast until the moment that Kujata had become even more invisible that Ulf could in the darkest shadow. And after a few moments of confused tonguing and head-turning, the snakes, almost as one, leapt into the air, before flying away, out of sight if only due to the angle of ulf against the height of the paddocks walls.

The party finding themselves suddenly very alone.

Ulf watches the snakes fly off, then returns to his companions frowning. "Did you scare the tiefling off?" he asks, his tone mild. He looks around for signs of the tiefling's passing. "I thought it would stay with us for protection...but no matter."

The dark star-filled skies -- far more welcoming than the stink of the inn, and the crass imbeciles it contained -- start to sooth his nerves. "We should make camp away from the town, if possible, or..." he pauses, grimacing, "...perhaps try Womford, if you prefer? It's unlikely to be worse..."

Ylnira crosses her arms and watches Kujata's grief play out before her, only too familiar with easing others through their mourning. Perhaps she would have a different outlook on the situation if she didn't feel directly responsible for the events that had occurred. 

She turns towards Ulf and releases a curt sigh. "I would imagine he would have as well. I only hope he can find solace in ways other than violence," she comments, voice measured in her usual, neutral fashion. She passes a glance over the town of scoundrels they had entered. Perhaps Ulric, wherever he is, would find comfort within these walls. Like attracts like, or so she heard. "While I enjoy the comforts offered inside civilized buildings, I might be understanding why you two prefer the wilderness. I defer to your judgement on camping - I am only certain of my hesitation to spend another night inside this town, but I am sure the thought is mutual." 

Will wait for Shautha's reply.

Shautha glares at Ulf. "I did not scared him off, he left by his own choice. I thought he would stay too."

She then turns to Ylnira. "After what we saw, it just seems like the safer option. We are safer on the wild than with those "civilized" murderers."

Still waiting on a direction. Womford has been mentioned but no affirmative statement has been made.

Ths way I know how you intend to leave the town, what you intend to do, etc.

With Shautha's and his own preference for staying away from towns, and Ylnira willing to follow either way, Ulf nods. "Then lets go a little upriver and make camp."

As he walks he wonders why he is even bothering to help the people of the town. If the story of the strange band of water cultists is true, then all they seek is a place of their own. The only wrong thing they have done is the betray the bird-folk. Still, his people at least wanted them investigated. As to killing them as the appalling innkeeper requested...the fact the innkeeper wanted them dead was a reason not to kill them.

Ylnira agrees and wanders after Ulf. She wonders what Kujata’s plans were. He would certainly be in unimaginable grief - and the primary goal of the monastic tradition Ylnira belonged to was to alleviate suffering, misery included. Too many times had Ylnira witnessed souls tinged with loss cause undue harm on others as a method of coping.

Perhaps that is the reason for the formation of the water cult, but the unanswerable crime the Aarakocra spoke of only solidified Ylnira’s aversion to any cult whatsoever. Ylnira simply wanted to end conflict - Nalaskur’s request seemed to create more, but perhaps eliminating the cult where it stands would be the most peaceful resolution to the whole situation. 

Ylnira barely spares the town a glance as the party heads for Womford. Ulric was somewhere. Probably. Within this rat’s nest of a town. Ylnira planned to return - not now, as more pressing matters were at hand; but Ylnira - and her other half - would ensure the men she witnessed would answer to their crimes.

 After a long hesitation by the party after Kujata leaves of his own accord, leaving either out of fear, or 'need to get away' or some other purpose all together, you all make your way out of the paddock. Each of you silent and focused inward as your own personal thoughts on the gruesome event. And the night was getting on, as it was nearly 10 P.M. by this time. The streets were mostly empty, aside from a few people mulling about, as well as a few people asleep against buildings. While a few others stuck to the shadows of the alleys though none of them seemed to pay you all anymore than passing heed. 

Whatever the snakes purpose was in watching eludes you, though no one feels like there's 'eyes' on them anymore. Making your ways down the main path, just barely lit by torchlight that was beginning to gutter slowly, but surely. Past the inner wall, you see that even the market area seems to have gone to bed, a few people sitting with dim fires in the 'free' sections eventually making it out to the main road in the deep of night. The ground just visible enough to walk on at a moderate pace, you all head to the massive bridge that crossed the massive river.

Though you don't take the bridge itself, from its base, you can see that it rises several hundred feet up, before defying all logic, and extending what seems like miles till it reaches the other side. No chance meetings occur this night, giving you all the chance to brood on the events that just happened an hour ago as you head up the river. 

After another half hour of Travel, you all find a spot that looks decent enough for camping out, though given the circumstances you choose not to light a fire, on the offchance it might bring your quarry down on you. The only sound being the sound of the rivers constant whirring a few hundred feet off to the side, though you notice that it seems to thin out significantly as you proceed further north.

The night fortunately also goes off without any unwanted attention, all of you waking up the next morning at the spot, roughly two hexes north of Bargewright, where the river starts to turn more 'east.'

Ylnira's frown uncharacteristically deepens upon exiting Bargewright. The normal comforts she felt attached to the safety of civilization had been jeopardized by the recent events. The wilderness was frightening to her - it didn't care for who someone was. The ability to shift appearances at will was considered something to be hidden by the reclusive group of nomads Ylnira was raised in - and while Ylnira certainly agrees, the ability made her feel more hidden in plain sight than she could ever be out in the middle of nowhere. It was a gift that could be used, but Ylnira feels a pang of regret for attempting rather drastic means at gathering information they probably would have been given in one way or another. 

She casts a wary glance at the bridge as it passes, wondering on how such a construction was crafted in the first place. She assumes magical means went into forming the stone. Could a railing not have been installed? Regardless, upon waking, Ylnira brushes herself off from the inevitable dirt which gathers on her clothes and rapidly reassesses her statement about willing to camp outside. "Is Womford our destination? I'm one for caution, and that bridge seems quite precarious."