Mithann stares at Mihris for a moment, wide-eyed and shaking her head in resignation, "I wish they were just rumors, friend." she takes a deep breath and a few moments to build up courage before continuing, her eyes darting around at the other travelers in the distance before trailing towards the campfire, "A few days ago, I went to sleep by one of the wagons, hugging my precious bundle close. Deep in the night I was awaken by some shuffling nearby, and in the darkness I saw figures sneaking in the shadows nearby." she looks back at you, "My sleepy eyes weren't able to discern details in the darkness, but I'm sure these were the rumors we talk about." she pauses for a moment, taking in a spoonful of soup, her hands shaking slightly, "I've questioned the guards, no one got in or out of the caravan encampment that night or any other. They're here. The servants of the Frostmaiden are here."
The priestess spends a few moments in silence as she lets the information sink in, eating a bit more of her soup, "And I've approached you for a reason. I would ask you to judge the characters of our fellow travelers, poke around a bit, ask questions, see what you find out. Anything you discover will be invaluable for the people of Ten-Towns." she grabs Mihris' hand firmly and stares with pleading eyes, "I trust that you can help me in this discreetly. What do you say?"
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"Yes! Yes! I'm an adventurer. My name is Mialee Raethran. Friends call me Mia. So you can call me Mia!" The little Elf welcomes the woman with a smile that is similar to a tail wagging puppy. But Mia's happy attitude turns more serious after she hears what the priestess said. "…you mean you carry something that can bring spring and flowers back to this land? And the servant of the winter hag is watching for it…" Mia takes a one spoon full suop. Her big round eyes look into the woman's. Trying to see what's behind them and what is her true intention. "Could you tell us which wagon are you staying now?"
Vanys looks at the woman and the little elf that are now talking and just watches the conversation carefully. He is hesitant to enter the conversation and place himself immediately in harm's way, but an infiltrator in camp was a dangerous proposition and the more of them that were tackling the task, the more likely the mole would be found. He doesn't say anything yet, but his eyes betray his interest in the discussion.
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Vanys smiles as his amulet brightens up, but his face quickly develops into shock once Red says what his vial was filled with. Curiously Vanys asks, "A fire bomb! Aren't you afraid that it's going to explode?"
Cracks a frozen smile "Sure, but it'll take some doing. I made this. I don't have much magic ability in me-but it won't set off unless I infuse enough first. Or I suppose if you drop it ina fire for long enough. Worst that'll happepn right now is a mild burn-like when you don't cool down a stew." Holding it out to his traveling companion to feel, "That said, it won't heat much away from me, so I can't loan you one."
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Taking in the conversation, while wishing he was the one who cooked this brief lunch-or at least he wishes he'd brought an apply to slice, partly frozen apples are delicious treats, even in the cold. As the conversation progresses Red notes something disconcerning to himself.
"While I haven't really paid head to the cultust rumors; it is a concern. But, and I mean no disrespect here, you're as suspicious as anyone else to me. You say you talked to the guards about the attempted burgle, I hope you won't mind but I intend to confirm that with them after. It'll back up your story. I do have to ask-Have you been telling people about what you have? I'm curious how the rumor of an attempt burgle becomes a cultist story. Whomever started the rumor would have to know what you say you are carrying no? It seems like discretion has at least partly escaped- and the rumors were started to protect, or to cause suspicion and isolate the target-meaning you if your story keeps."
Standing up, brushing off some snow, holding his right hand out to their guest, "Shake my hand, look me in the eye and tell me you're truthful. I will help you to the best of my abilities. I made a promise to reach out to those who ask."
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"Forgive this suspicion,"Mihris gave an apologetic smile to Mithann, "the darkness and cold cloud judgement and make people be wary even of a priest of the Morninglord. If the things you carry and ritual you plan can truly return life to these lands, you have all the reasons to be wary of the forces of Auril. I am afraid my help will be useless in what you are asking of us - my poking around already earned me some side glances, but stay with us and I will do all I can to protect you and your and that things."
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Vanys' isn't quite what to make of this priest, but all of Red's concerns are valid. Still not sure exactly what to say, Vanys sits back and lets the other continue talking. If this woman is really who she says she is, then perhaps she really does need to be protected, but the risk of her being the very thing that she is asking them to find is not insignificant and Red is right to question them in his mind. Whispering under his breath as he reaches into his component pouch to touch a piece of copper wire, he points his other finger towards the woman as subtly as he can. His eyes, normally an impenetrable black, flash a bright blue for a moment and Mithann hears his voice directly in her mind. "Consider this your warning. Deceiving us would be a poor choice." Repeating the process, he turns to Red who hears, "Perhaps we would be better served 'protecting' her and simply keeping an eye out. After all while it is wise to keep your friends close, one should keep their enemies closer." Out loud he approaches the priestess and gives her a polite nod, "I am with the horned woman. I will do what investigating I can." His eyes flash with magic again as he finishes his statement in her mind, "I hope that my investigation should not lead me back to you. For your sake."
You are able to analyze a dedicated, though thoroughly tired woman ((she clearly shows signs of having some levels of Exhaustion due to lack of sleep)) and one with the will to help out—if not all of the people of Ten-Towns, at least those of her own faith. The main feeling you get from her whole demeanor is fear. Other than that, she seems truthful in everything she said.
She sighs at you with a tired look on her face, "Even the church's old wagon and horse I had to sell in order to secure these." she briefly looks at the bundle she hugs close, a bulging leather bag bearing a bright brass sun-shaped disc on one of its sides, "I've been following the caravan on foot since Luskan, but it will all be worth it."
Vanys:
You certainly startle the woman with your Message, looking over her shoulder she seems unsure even of who cast it, though experienced in magic, she replies nonetheless: "The Morninglord abides no deceit, and as his dedicated servant I do the same."
((I'm assuming your Sleight of Hand meant to conceal the Somatic components of your Message?))
Red:
You are able to perceive Mithann's exhaustion and fear most of all. She seems genuine in everything you heard, and dedicated to her ideals.
She nods as you mention the guards, "Yes, I like how you think. Please ask around, the guards will certainly confirm what I've said." she looks around once again bore showing some frustration and continuing, "I may not be a spy, but I know how to keep a secret. My quest has been as secretive as possible, though as I've said, I had to call upon many favors from years ago. Even though I shared little of the reasons I had, the transport of potent and expensive magical components over a great distance was bound to get unwanted attention. What I hadn't anticipated was that the Cult holds the Dale in such tight a grasp that I couldn't slip through their fingers." a
She looks at Vanys nearby with inviting eyes as he approaches, nodding and showing a hopeful smile as they come closer to better hear her words, "Yes, I meant this to all of you, please help me see this bundle all the way to Bryn Shander. I had to call upon many old favors from my adventuring life way back to acquire it." she stops for a moment and blinks several times after mentioning 'adventuring', "I- I'm sure the church's savings and the Speakers can gather up funds to compensate you."
Compensation is not the reason that Vanys would investigate, but it would be nice anyways. He glances towards Red to see what the alchemist thinks. Vanys is satisfied with the priestesses responses so far, but he wants to make sure his friend is comfortable with the woman before they begin their investigation.
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"You came all this way on foot? That's not good, really not good." Mia frowns at Mithann's answer. The reason why the druid asked the priestess about the wagon is because she might know the beast who pulls it. Since the day she joined the caravan, Mia used her skill, knowledge and magic to take care of those animals. But Mithann said that she doesn't have her own wagon. It means the druid can't get any evidence from the beast.
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Mia stands between Mithann and two male as if she is defending the priestess from them. The little Elf puts her hands on her hip and looks up the two adventurers with angry eyes. "Come on gentlemen! Where is your chivalry spirit? When a lady asks help, there are only two answers. And THAT'S yes or yes mom I'll do it right now!" Mia and Red are getting along well during their journey. They are now close enough to communicate with simple gestures. Mia blinks her eyes and nods, silently tells Red and Venys that the woman isn't lying.
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Then Mia turns back to Mithann. The little druid spreads her arms and hugs the priestess. "Good work.You really tried hard." She whispers to the priestess."Worries not Mithann, the daughter of the Morninglord. Now you are among friends. You, Mihris and me are the same. We are moved by the will of the Great Ones. I am the Druid of High Forest. I come here to save the life of this land, restore the circle. And kick the ass of that owl head *****!" Mia looks at Mihris and says. " Miri! You don't mind, if I let this poor woman rest in our wagon, don't you?"
(to mia) Returning her stare , "Blind agreement due to claims or clothing leads to peoples deaths." frankly states. Yet continues, clapping his hands-a futile attempt given the gloves and the wind"That said! You are corrrect in this case. I believe Miss Mithann is not intentionally lying and believes in her goals. That'll be enough for me."
Shrugging at Vanys, "Sounds like a good way to spend the time on the trip no?"
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Vanys gives Red a nod and says, "Let's start with the guards and we can go from there." With that, he heads off towards whichever area the guards are in and approaches one asking, "There is a concern that I have regarding the upcoming travel. Can we please speak with the person in charge?"
"Priestess Mithann," softly corrected Mihris. Despite Mia's attempts and her own calmness Vanys and Red did not see a friend in her (probably the look was to blame). "And of course, Mia, I would be happy ifMithann joins us." She nodded to the priestess: "You are very welcome to stay in our wagon and do not worry yourself with some payments - restoring the lands here is a reward of its own".
While you are resting, I'll take a look around - if if other's do not talk, may be I can spot something unusual."She intended to walk around checking if she can see something out of order, and return back to keep an eye on that precious cargo they suddenly were in charge of.
Mialee can feel the priestess trembling a bit when she hugs her, she looks at each of you in turns, and nods thankfully, "A most gracious offer, Miss Mialee, Mihris and, uh... friends?" she smiles awkwardly, "But I'd rather not attract the Cult's attention into you, for the very task I present you now would be compromised if they suspected we're in any sort of agreement." she rises up from the circle, gathers whatever gear she had left laying around and hurriedly says "In fact, this meeting has gone on long enough, I must be off. Please, consider what I've said and find out what you can. We may talk briefly again when the caravan stops for the night, I have my own discussions to have before then." she gently touches her sun-shaped brass amulet, closes her eyes and nods "May the Eternal Sun shine upon you."
Mithann attempts not to cut you off abruptly with a polite smile, but hurries off towards the center of the caravan to walk among others in the long line that begins to form again, hoping to not draw suspicions towards your group. The eleven wagons and all the travelers are all spread over the road and on the move once more in no time after a sharp whistle is sounded. The faces of all travelers now shine in a new light after the revealing conversation.
The guards are spread over the caravan, hoping to cover the front, rear, and flanks, though amounting to only seven in total, they are barely able to do so. You approach one of them nearby, a simple fellow of Illuskan descent, fair skin, hair and beard the color of straw, wearing chain shirt and shield displaying the colors of one of the ships from Luskan, speaks in a gruff voice "In charge? That would be the plump old man Ignazio in the wagon near the front. Probably talked to him once already, eh?" he gives you an inquisitive look, "There a problem?"
"Yes, we have already spoken to him. I just didn't know if he delegated security to someone else." When the guard asks about a problem Vanys just shrugs and responds, "I hope not." Vanys turns to the other three members of the party and says in a voice quiet enough to only be heard by them, "Well, we should get going to the front of the wagon train if we want to ask Ignazio our questions. Unless anybody has a better idea?" He looks inquisitively at the rest of the group.
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(Prior to our guest leaving) Red will heap up a bowl and hand it off to her. Giving people a reason for her appearence in the group and the chatter. Hoping to show the appearence that she, like a few others over the course of the travels, simply smelled something other than rations and hoped to gain some. Red offers her the bowl both as a sign of their agreement, and as cover. (If you want Deception for that:20. Its like half true that he just wanted to feed someone who was having a real emotional time. Warm food, fully belly, can do wonders for someone who is clearly stressed . So GM can decide how much of a deception that might be)
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Letting Vanys head to the front end of security (and possibly to Ignazio), Red opts to take the opposite direction. Taking the little bit of food he has left from the cooking, and bringing it to the guard stationed at the back, Offering it, "Thanks for keeping an eye out. How's it been? Same as usual trips-past the whole cursed winter anyway. I'm hoping no one's wondered off lost off the caravan? I'm not sure how that would be tracked though- I don't think we count heads." (Persuasian if needed 2)
(Because Its fun. I'm gonna roll a Cook Tools to see how well made the lunch was he gave to our Priestess guest and the guard) 11 (add 2 for dex or 3 for int as you prefer. For the course? Quick boil of the dried jerky, as well as dried fruits to reconstitute them-and make a broth, then pestle the nuts and fruits into a paste. Spread the paste onto the hard tact, lay some of the reconstituted meat onto it to create a sandwhich. Then a small bowl of broth as a warm "drink" This lets the nuts/fruit/meat go much farther between everyone, while making a hot, enriched broth, and a play on minced meat pie-in sandwhich form)
Red's ruse works so well that some other observants nearby approach with small empty ceramic bowls, hoping for a little more warm soup to take with them for the first few steps back at the road. So you could say it was successful to at least some around. It seems that, to them, your regular trail cuisine is more akin to a kingly buffet. ((Red gets advantage on his next social check when approaching a new acquaintance. They might have liked what they tasted back there.))
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The guard nods understandably at Vanys, "Not enough folks 'round here for that. Not your fancy faction work 'round Waterdeep, you'll get used to it." and walks off clapping his gloved hands, rubbing them together and blowing on them—a mostly futile effort against the temperature around, sure, but it may just take off the edge.
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One rear guard—an auburn-haired lass with short cropped hair wearing much the same equipment and colors as the rest of the guards—is somewhat startled by Red's sudden offer, though responds amicably, "Uh... We count 'em heads every now and then all right, worry not traveler. " she hugs her spear with her armpit in order to free her hands for some soup-tasting rather eagerly afterwards, "Not one more, not one less, every time. Trip would be lovely if this wasn't the worst bloody winter I've ever seen in my life." she takes a moment to look behind her back as a yeti was about to attack her, even spilling some of the soup while spinning around, "Damned talk about this... Uh, Frostmaiden business, doesn't help much either. Eh... Thanks for the soup, though be off before Ignazio catches me all chatty on duty."
Nodding in agreement "Easily the coldest winter in my lifetime. Frostmaiden? Is this that cultist talk? Someone mentioned one tried to steal from someone. I was more worried about the wolves. Has there been thefts? I may need to readjust how I spread out when I cook if so." Awaiting an answer, but also wanting to avoid getting them in trouble. Red will issues his goodbyes once the Guard answers if there have been thefts or similar. Stay warm, be careful if something comes it'll be from back here. Thanks for keeping us safe." bidding the guard farewell, with the new knowledge that they do keep a rough count, and there haven't been sudden losses or add ons. (as well as hopefully some information on reported thefts) Red heads forward, pondering his next step.
As Red heads back to talk to a rear guard, Vanys has an idea and he heads off. Deciding to postpone the conversation with Ignazio until Red gets back, so that they can all talk to the caravan master together, Vanys looks around for Arsenio and walks up ahead to the front of the caravan, making his way slowly to the back until he notices the middle-aged priest. When he does he calls out, "Arsenio!" Moving quickly to put himself in line with the man, Vanys begins to talk, "How is it possible for a land to be this cold?" Shaking his head Vanys attempts to put the priest at ease before prying into the more pressing questions, "Hey, have you seen Danai around?"
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"Take care and don't hesitate to call help when someone tries to hurt you!" Mia sees Mithann off with concern. She sighs and says."Mithann would be much safer if she stays with us. When winter comes,the one leaving the pack is the one first to fall……Well that can't help!" Mia shrugs her shoulder and returns to where she sits.
"Look on the bright side. We finally get the clue that may change the tide and end this bad weather once for all! Now I have to leave. Because I'm going to hunt! Bye guys. Bye miri. I'll be back before dinner!" The little Elf picks up her bowl, drinks up her soup and runs towards the horizon!……Five second later, she comes back embarrassedly. "…Ah that's the wrong way. Well see you guys later!"This time Mia looks around before she runs and heads towards the line of wagons.
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The rest of the day, Mia is busily working with the people of caravan. She helps them to care for the animals. Healing someone who is severely injured. Giving guidance for those in trouble.
It's her daily routine since the day she joined this caravan. But this time, Mia uses her magic to empower her intuition and pays extra attention. She asks those people about their conditions and watches their reaction. "…We get this far together." The little Elf says to everyone she helped. " It was a long and hard journey. And I don't want any of you to be left behind."
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In her spare time, Mia searches for tracks.Not the tracks of the cultist, but much smaller ones. She is looking for the animals that follow humans everywhere. She is looking for mice.
The guard hands back Red's soup bowl with a worried look, shaking her head "Aye, cultist talk... That's all that is, yes... Stealing?!" she suddenly changes her demeanor, "Hartouchen would have us hang if we let that sort pass by. No stealing here, friend, no reports. Worry more about yetis than that." the guard proceeds to take her position once again at the rear of the caravan, marching.
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Arsenio turns to face whoever called him at first with an annoyed look on his face, seemingly interrupted in a conversation he was having with a nearby noble, but his wrinkles crack a smile once Vanys approaches, "Ah yes, friend, a winter sent as a curse by the gods, most certainly." then adds "A work I hope to remedy through the graces of the Lady of Coin of course." then covers hit mouth a bit and whispers "After I hang my foot near a fireplace and grab a warm cup of mead, that is." followed by a small cackling laugh. The moment you mentioned Danai the laugh turns into choking coughing for a while, then he wide-eyed responds "D- Danai? W- why do you ask?" *cough* "I- I mean, she's over there in her wagon, of course. Haven't talked to her in a while, don't mind her." *cough* and waves his hand dismissively.
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Looking throughout the caravan, Mialee guesses any mice around here wouldn't be many and would have to be hiding under or inside the wagons—mostly Ignazio's many wagons at the front carrying the foodstuffs—as they move, coming out only at night to see what they can nibble upon. You've seen them around before, you'd have to poke your head around in the wagons to see them again. The beasts other than those among the caravan would be the few (two, actually) riding horses around, various draft horses, oxen, and even a white axe beak pulling the various wagons of the caravan.
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Especially after Mialee's observation and the revealing conversation with Mithann, you are able to see the caravan in a new light, for every face there might now be looked upon as hiding another behind it. This new observation of your traveling companions shows you the caravan at a glance:
The caravan master Ignazio Gallo owns a total of six wagons near the front of the caravan, with several commoner servants driving them and performing other duties (grooming, feeding the beasts, cleaning, preparing food, etc.). Four guards join him at the front and two at the rear, they bear the colors of Luskan's Ship Rethnor (black ship over crimson and brown field).
Following is a reserved nonbinary elf driving a covered wagon.
On the next one rides what looks like an old male human priest (that's Arsenio), by the ceremonial cloth draped over his winter clothing and the proudly displayed coin-shaped amulet. He seems to be served by three commoners and a personal guard wearing a gold and white tabard. He is also accompanied by what seems to be a young male human noble.
Nearby riding a particularly groomed horse comes a bald middle-aged human male with regal garments and a proud pose.
Behind that follows a pale human female (that's Brita) with a rather serious look about her, driving her own wagon with trade goods methodically organized and folded.
The priestess Mithann also walks nearby, hugging her leather sack closely and looking at the others nearby nervously.
Following the caravan on foot nearby is a rough-looking human male with a rather unfriendly demeanor.
After that comes a scholarly looking young human female riding a horse at the side of her wagon, driven and tended by three other commoners of similar ethnicity, clearly not from around (that's Danai, as Arsenio pointed sometimes).
A young couple made of a rather good-humored looking human male (that's Gerard) and a dour-faced human female (that's Ionna) follows closely afterwards.
Nearby comes a young human male with a nervous look about him, accompanied by a draft horse bearing his gear.
At the rear of the caravan, two human males of different ethnicities who clearly form a couple drive their wagon with a tired or worried look about them.
Mithann stares at Mihris for a moment, wide-eyed and shaking her head in resignation, "I wish they were just rumors, friend." she takes a deep breath and a few moments to build up courage before continuing, her eyes darting around at the other travelers in the distance before trailing towards the campfire, "A few days ago, I went to sleep by one of the wagons, hugging my precious bundle close. Deep in the night I was awaken by some shuffling nearby, and in the darkness I saw figures sneaking in the shadows nearby." she looks back at you, "My sleepy eyes weren't able to discern details in the darkness, but I'm sure these were the rumors we talk about." she pauses for a moment, taking in a spoonful of soup, her hands shaking slightly, "I've questioned the guards, no one got in or out of the caravan encampment that night or any other. They're here. The servants of the Frostmaiden are here."
The priestess spends a few moments in silence as she lets the information sink in, eating a bit more of her soup, "And I've approached you for a reason. I would ask you to judge the characters of our fellow travelers, poke around a bit, ask questions, see what you find out. Anything you discover will be invaluable for the people of Ten-Towns." she grabs Mihris' hand firmly and stares with pleading eyes, "I trust that you can help me in this discreetly. What do you say?"
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"Yes! Yes! I'm an adventurer. My name is Mialee Raethran. Friends call me Mia. So you can call me Mia!" The little Elf welcomes the woman with a smile that is similar to a tail wagging puppy. But Mia's happy attitude turns more serious after she hears what the priestess said. "…you mean you carry something that can bring spring and flowers back to this land? And the servant of the winter hag is watching for it…" Mia takes a one spoon full suop. Her big round eyes look into the woman's. Trying to see what's behind them and what is her true intention. "Could you tell us which wagon are you staying now?"
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Vanys looks at the woman and the little elf that are now talking and just watches the conversation carefully. He is hesitant to enter the conversation and place himself immediately in harm's way, but an infiltrator in camp was a dangerous proposition and the more of them that were tackling the task, the more likely the mole would be found. He doesn't say anything yet, but his eyes betray his interest in the discussion.
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
Cracks a frozen smile "Sure, but it'll take some doing. I made this. I don't have much magic ability in me-but it won't set off unless I infuse enough first. Or I suppose if you drop it ina fire for long enough. Worst that'll happepn right now is a mild burn-like when you don't cool down a stew." Holding it out to his traveling companion to feel, "That said, it won't heat much away from me, so I can't loan you one."
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Taking in the conversation, while wishing he was the one who cooked this brief lunch-or at least he wishes he'd brought an apply to slice, partly frozen apples are delicious treats, even in the cold. As the conversation progresses Red notes something disconcerning to himself.
"While I haven't really paid head to the cultust rumors; it is a concern. But, and I mean no disrespect here, you're as suspicious as anyone else to me. You say you talked to the guards about the attempted burgle, I hope you won't mind but I intend to confirm that with them after. It'll back up your story. I do have to ask-Have you been telling people about what you have? I'm curious how the rumor of an attempt burgle becomes a cultist story. Whomever started the rumor would have to know what you say you are carrying no? It seems like discretion has at least partly escaped- and the rumors were started to protect, or to cause suspicion and isolate the target-meaning you if your story keeps."
Standing up, brushing off some snow, holding his right hand out to their guest, "Shake my hand, look me in the eye and tell me you're truthful. I will help you to the best of my abilities. I made a promise to reach out to those who ask."
(I'd love to roll an Insight vs how genuine she feels when she affirms to Red she's telling the truth. 5 +0; rRed is not very good at reading people)
"Forgive this suspicion," Mihris gave an apologetic smile to Mithann, "the darkness and cold cloud judgement and make people be wary even of a priest of the Morninglord. If the things you carry and ritual you plan can truly return life to these lands, you have all the reasons to be wary of the forces of Auril. I am afraid my help will be useless in what you are asking of us - my poking around already earned me some side glances, but stay with us and I will do all I can to protect you and your and that things."
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Vanys' isn't quite what to make of this priest, but all of Red's concerns are valid. Still not sure exactly what to say, Vanys sits back and lets the other continue talking. If this woman is really who she says she is, then perhaps she really does need to be protected, but the risk of her being the very thing that she is asking them to find is not insignificant and Red is right to question them in his mind. Whispering under his breath as he reaches into his component pouch to touch a piece of copper wire, he points his other finger towards the woman as subtly as he can. His eyes, normally an impenetrable black, flash a bright blue for a moment and Mithann hears his voice directly in her mind. "Consider this your warning. Deceiving us would be a poor choice." Repeating the process, he turns to Red who hears, "Perhaps we would be better served 'protecting' her and simply keeping an eye out. After all while it is wise to keep your friends close, one should keep their enemies closer." Out loud he approaches the priestess and gives her a polite nod, "I am with the horned woman. I will do what investigating I can." His eyes flash with magic again as he finishes his statement in her mind, "I hope that my investigation should not lead me back to you. For your sake."
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“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
Mialee:
You are able to analyze a dedicated, though thoroughly tired woman ((she clearly shows signs of having some levels of Exhaustion due to lack of sleep)) and one with the will to help out—if not all of the people of Ten-Towns, at least those of her own faith. The main feeling you get from her whole demeanor is fear. Other than that, she seems truthful in everything she said.
She sighs at you with a tired look on her face, "Even the church's old wagon and horse I had to sell in order to secure these." she briefly looks at the bundle she hugs close, a bulging leather bag bearing a bright brass sun-shaped disc on one of its sides, "I've been following the caravan on foot since Luskan, but it will all be worth it."
Vanys:
You certainly startle the woman with your Message, looking over her shoulder she seems unsure even of who cast it, though experienced in magic, she replies nonetheless: "The Morninglord abides no deceit, and as his dedicated servant I do the same."
((I'm assuming your Sleight of Hand meant to conceal the Somatic components of your Message?))
Red:
You are able to perceive Mithann's exhaustion and fear most of all. She seems genuine in everything you heard, and dedicated to her ideals.
She nods as you mention the guards, "Yes, I like how you think. Please ask around, the guards will certainly confirm what I've said." she looks around once again bore showing some frustration and continuing, "I may not be a spy, but I know how to keep a secret. My quest has been as secretive as possible, though as I've said, I had to call upon many favors from years ago. Even though I shared little of the reasons I had, the transport of potent and expensive magical components over a great distance was bound to get unwanted attention. What I hadn't anticipated was that the Cult holds the Dale in such tight a grasp that I couldn't slip through their fingers." a
She looks at Vanys nearby with inviting eyes as he approaches, nodding and showing a hopeful smile as they come closer to better hear her words, "Yes, I meant this to all of you, please help me see this bundle all the way to Bryn Shander. I had to call upon many old favors from my adventuring life way back to acquire it." she stops for a moment and blinks several times after mentioning 'adventuring', "I- I'm sure the church's savings and the Speakers can gather up funds to compensate you."
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Compensation is not the reason that Vanys would investigate, but it would be nice anyways. He glances towards Red to see what the alchemist thinks. Vanys is satisfied with the priestesses responses so far, but he wants to make sure his friend is comfortable with the woman before they begin their investigation.
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
"You came all this way on foot? That's not good, really not good." Mia frowns at Mithann's answer. The reason why the druid asked the priestess about the wagon is because she might know the beast who pulls it. Since the day she joined the caravan, Mia used her skill, knowledge and magic to take care of those animals. But Mithann said that she doesn't have her own wagon. It means the druid can't get any evidence from the beast.
>> Red, Venys
Mia stands between Mithann and two male as if she is defending the priestess from them. The little Elf puts her hands on her hip and looks up the two adventurers with angry eyes. "Come on gentlemen! Where is your chivalry spirit? When a lady asks help, there are only two answers. And THAT'S yes or yes mom I'll do it right now!" Mia and Red are getting along well during their journey. They are now close enough to communicate with simple gestures. Mia blinks her eyes and nods, silently tells Red and Venys that the woman isn't lying.
>>Mihris
Then Mia turns back to Mithann. The little druid spreads her arms and hugs the priestess. "Good work.You really tried hard." She whispers to the priestess."Worries not Mithann, the daughter of the Morninglord. Now you are among friends. You, Mihris and me are the same. We are moved by the will of the Great Ones. I am the Druid of High Forest. I come here to save the life of this land, restore the circle. And kick the ass of that owl head *****!" Mia looks at Mihris and says. " Miri! You don't mind, if I let this poor woman rest in our wagon, don't you?"
(to mia) Returning her stare , "Blind agreement due to claims or clothing leads to peoples deaths." frankly states. Yet continues, clapping his hands-a futile attempt given the gloves and the wind"That said! You are corrrect in this case. I believe Miss Mithann is not intentionally lying and believes in her goals. That'll be enough for me."
Shrugging at Vanys, "Sounds like a good way to spend the time on the trip no?"
Vanys gives Red a nod and says, "Let's start with the guards and we can go from there." With that, he heads off towards whichever area the guards are in and approaches one asking, "There is a concern that I have regarding the upcoming travel. Can we please speak with the person in charge?"
Persuasion: 11
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
"Priestess Mithann," softly corrected Mihris. Despite Mia's attempts and her own calmness Vanys and Red did not see a friend in her (probably the look was to blame). "And of course, Mia, I would be happy if Mithann joins us." She nodded to the priestess: "You are very welcome to stay in our wagon and do not worry yourself with some payments - restoring the lands here is a reward of its own".
While you are resting, I'll take a look around - if if other's do not talk, may be I can spot something unusual." She intended to walk around checking if she can see something out of order, and return back to keep an eye on that precious cargo they suddenly were in charge of.
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Mialee can feel the priestess trembling a bit when she hugs her, she looks at each of you in turns, and nods thankfully, "A most gracious offer, Miss Mialee, Mihris and, uh... friends?" she smiles awkwardly, "But I'd rather not attract the Cult's attention into you, for the very task I present you now would be compromised if they suspected we're in any sort of agreement." she rises up from the circle, gathers whatever gear she had left laying around and hurriedly says "In fact, this meeting has gone on long enough, I must be off. Please, consider what I've said and find out what you can. We may talk briefly again when the caravan stops for the night, I have my own discussions to have before then." she gently touches her sun-shaped brass amulet, closes her eyes and nods "May the Eternal Sun shine upon you."
Mithann attempts not to cut you off abruptly with a polite smile, but hurries off towards the center of the caravan to walk among others in the long line that begins to form again, hoping to not draw suspicions towards your group. The eleven wagons and all the travelers are all spread over the road and on the move once more in no time after a sharp whistle is sounded. The faces of all travelers now shine in a new light after the revealing conversation.
The guards are spread over the caravan, hoping to cover the front, rear, and flanks, though amounting to only seven in total, they are barely able to do so. You approach one of them nearby, a simple fellow of Illuskan descent, fair skin, hair and beard the color of straw, wearing chain shirt and shield displaying the colors of one of the ships from Luskan, speaks in a gruff voice "In charge? That would be the plump old man Ignazio in the wagon near the front. Probably talked to him once already, eh?" he gives you an inquisitive look, "There a problem?"
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"Yes, we have already spoken to him. I just didn't know if he delegated security to someone else." When the guard asks about a problem Vanys just shrugs and responds, "I hope not." Vanys turns to the other three members of the party and says in a voice quiet enough to only be heard by them, "Well, we should get going to the front of the wagon train if we want to ask Ignazio our questions. Unless anybody has a better idea?" He looks inquisitively at the rest of the group.
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
(Prior to our guest leaving) Red will heap up a bowl and hand it off to her. Giving people a reason for her appearence in the group and the chatter. Hoping to show the appearence that she, like a few others over the course of the travels, simply smelled something other than rations and hoped to gain some. Red offers her the bowl both as a sign of their agreement, and as cover. (If you want Deception for that:20. Its like half true that he just wanted to feed someone who was having a real emotional time. Warm food, fully belly, can do wonders for someone who is clearly stressed . So GM can decide how much of a deception that might be)
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Letting Vanys head to the front end of security (and possibly to Ignazio), Red opts to take the opposite direction. Taking the little bit of food he has left from the cooking, and bringing it to the guard stationed at the back, Offering it, "Thanks for keeping an eye out. How's it been? Same as usual trips-past the whole cursed winter anyway. I'm hoping no one's wondered off lost off the caravan? I'm not sure how that would be tracked though- I don't think we count heads." (Persuasian if needed 2)
(Because Its fun. I'm gonna roll a Cook Tools to see how well made the lunch was he gave to our Priestess guest and the guard) 11 (add 2 for dex or 3 for int as you prefer. For the course? Quick boil of the dried jerky, as well as dried fruits to reconstitute them-and make a broth, then pestle the nuts and fruits into a paste. Spread the paste onto the hard tact, lay some of the reconstituted meat onto it to create a sandwhich. Then a small bowl of broth as a warm "drink" This lets the nuts/fruit/meat go much farther between everyone, while making a hot, enriched broth, and a play on minced meat pie-in sandwhich form)
Red's ruse works so well that some other observants nearby approach with small empty ceramic bowls, hoping for a little more warm soup to take with them for the first few steps back at the road. So you could say it was successful to at least some around. It seems that, to them, your regular trail cuisine is more akin to a kingly buffet. ((Red gets advantage on his next social check when approaching a new acquaintance. They might have liked what they tasted back there.))
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The guard nods understandably at Vanys, "Not enough folks 'round here for that. Not your fancy faction work 'round Waterdeep, you'll get used to it." and walks off clapping his gloved hands, rubbing them together and blowing on them—a mostly futile effort against the temperature around, sure, but it may just take off the edge.
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One rear guard—an auburn-haired lass with short cropped hair wearing much the same equipment and colors as the rest of the guards—is somewhat startled by Red's sudden offer, though responds amicably, "Uh... We count 'em heads every now and then all right, worry not traveler. " she hugs her spear with her armpit in order to free her hands for some soup-tasting rather eagerly afterwards, "Not one more, not one less, every time. Trip would be lovely if this wasn't the worst bloody winter I've ever seen in my life." she takes a moment to look behind her back as a yeti was about to attack her, even spilling some of the soup while spinning around, "Damned talk about this... Uh, Frostmaiden business, doesn't help much either. Eh... Thanks for the soup, though be off before Ignazio catches me all chatty on duty."
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Nodding in agreement "Easily the coldest winter in my lifetime. Frostmaiden? Is this that cultist talk? Someone mentioned one tried to steal from someone. I was more worried about the wolves. Has there been thefts? I may need to readjust how I spread out when I cook if so." Awaiting an answer, but also wanting to avoid getting them in trouble. Red will issues his goodbyes once the Guard answers if there have been thefts or similar.
Stay warm, be careful if something comes it'll be from back here. Thanks for keeping us safe." bidding the guard farewell, with the new knowledge that they do keep a rough count, and there haven't been sudden losses or add ons. (as well as hopefully some information on reported thefts) Red heads forward, pondering his next step.
As Red heads back to talk to a rear guard, Vanys has an idea and he heads off. Deciding to postpone the conversation with Ignazio until Red gets back, so that they can all talk to the caravan master together, Vanys looks around for Arsenio and walks up ahead to the front of the caravan, making his way slowly to the back until he notices the middle-aged priest. When he does he calls out, "Arsenio!" Moving quickly to put himself in line with the man, Vanys begins to talk, "How is it possible for a land to be this cold?" Shaking his head Vanys attempts to put the priest at ease before prying into the more pressing questions, "Hey, have you seen Danai around?"
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
"Take care and don't hesitate to call help when someone tries to hurt you!" Mia sees Mithann off with concern. She sighs and says."Mithann would be much safer if she stays with us. When winter comes,the one leaving the pack is the one first to fall……Well that can't help!" Mia shrugs her shoulder and returns to where she sits.
"Look on the bright side. We finally get the clue that may change the tide and end this bad weather once for all! Now I have to leave. Because I'm going to hunt! Bye guys. Bye miri. I'll be back before dinner!" The little Elf picks up her bowl, drinks up her soup and runs towards the horizon!……Five second later, she comes back embarrassedly. "…Ah that's the wrong way. Well see you guys later!" This time Mia looks around before she runs and heads towards the line of wagons.
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The rest of the day, Mia is busily working with the people of caravan. She helps them to care for the animals. Healing someone who is severely injured. Giving guidance for those in trouble.
It's her daily routine since the day she joined this caravan. But this time, Mia uses her magic to empower her intuition and pays extra attention. She asks those people about their conditions and watches their reaction. "…We get this far together." The little Elf says to everyone she helped. " It was a long and hard journey. And I don't want any of you to be left behind."
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In her spare time, Mia searches for tracks.Not the tracks of the cultist, but much smaller ones. She is looking for the animals that follow humans everywhere. She is looking for mice.
Guidance:2
Insight for people:12 (with Guidance)
Perception for tracks:7 (without Guidance because I think add every skill check with Guidance is ridiculous)
The guard hands back Red's soup bowl with a worried look, shaking her head "Aye, cultist talk... That's all that is, yes... Stealing?!" she suddenly changes her demeanor, "Hartouchen would have us hang if we let that sort pass by. No stealing here, friend, no reports. Worry more about yetis than that." the guard proceeds to take her position once again at the rear of the caravan, marching.
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Arsenio turns to face whoever called him at first with an annoyed look on his face, seemingly interrupted in a conversation he was having with a nearby noble, but his wrinkles crack a smile once Vanys approaches, "Ah yes, friend, a winter sent as a curse by the gods, most certainly." then adds "A work I hope to remedy through the graces of the Lady of Coin of course." then covers hit mouth a bit and whispers "After I hang my foot near a fireplace and grab a warm cup of mead, that is." followed by a small cackling laugh. The moment you mentioned Danai the laugh turns into choking coughing for a while, then he wide-eyed responds "D- Danai? W- why do you ask?" *cough* "I- I mean, she's over there in her wagon, of course. Haven't talked to her in a while, don't mind her." *cough* and waves his hand dismissively.
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Looking throughout the caravan, Mialee guesses any mice around here wouldn't be many and would have to be hiding under or inside the wagons—mostly Ignazio's many wagons at the front carrying the foodstuffs—as they move, coming out only at night to see what they can nibble upon. You've seen them around before, you'd have to poke your head around in the wagons to see them again. The beasts other than those among the caravan would be the few (two, actually) riding horses around, various draft horses, oxen, and even a white axe beak pulling the various wagons of the caravan.
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Especially after Mialee's observation and the revealing conversation with Mithann, you are able to see the caravan in a new light, for every face there might now be looked upon as hiding another behind it. This new observation of your traveling companions shows you the caravan at a glance:
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