Luke looks Adalieh square in the eyes. "My dear, surely it's this world that's mad, not you. But that's why the gods put us here - to test if we can keep our resolve in a world of madness. Stay strong, and think of the beauty we bring to this desolate place; think of the faces of Olya's parents when we bring her back, safe and sound. Yes, the shadows are fierce - but the light of goodness is fiercer, and until our light is extinguished, we'll continue to burn the shadows away wherever we go."
"Come now, let's restore some color to those downstairs." Luke smiles brightly and takes Adalieh's hand in his.
Smiling with Luke, Adalieh squeezes Luke's hand as she nods. "You're right. Now is not the time to worry. Lead the way."
As they head back downstairs, Adalieh's smile falters slightly. When she spots the bodies, she lets go of Luke and hurries over to examine them.
"All right, I will do this thoroughly," she says, looking at her companions. "Give me some time." Going over the process meticulously, she strips them to the bare flesh to make sure she knows every little detail.
"I also think I require some healing of the magical type. I can still feel the wound that Ilquis inflicted on me, taking some of my strength. I don't know if it's something that you can help me with though..."
Lorzub nods to Adalieh. "Thank you, you've already done plenty so hopefully this will heal itself. I agree that we should leave. It's not like me to run from something, but I think we need to learn more before we go further."
"What about that lady you went to see to restore my health?" offers Corso. "I don't like that we can't figure out what that creature was up to, but I guess you're right. Best to get back. So, a talk with the good baron?"
Luke confers discreetly with his compatriots, dropping his voice low so that Fane and Oana can't overhear. "Judging from what we've heard so far, the 'good' baron may be behind this plague in the first place. I suggest we see what these captives have to say before we proceed. If only I had the energies to wake them up... but you're right, the apothecary could be of assistance."
While you make up your mind, the potion that Luke dribbled down one of the townspeople's throat comes into effect and the man gasps back to life. "What happened?!" he exclaims, trying to get his bearings on the dim lit room. "Where am I?"
"We found you here, encased in wax, at the whim of a fey creature named Ilquis." Luke puts his hand to one of the coins on his amulet. "We are friends, and we will bring you back to your home, but if you could tell us everything you can about the last thing you remember, it will help us figure out who your captor was, and what he was doing."
Diplomacy with Bit of Luck:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 201d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
I'm on the fence if Bit of Luck works on Diplomacy as the ability only allows this for a check made in the next round. A Diplomacy check to influence someone's attitude (strictly mechanically speaking) takes 10 minutes IIRC. So for now I'll go with 'not possible'.
"Ilq...", the farmer-type looks puzzled. "No, it was Catalina who brought me here." His forehead wrinkles. "But wait... yes, there was this strange butterfly-y... thing. He told me to climb into one of these vats to get vax... vacky... whatever. Seemed like a decent fellow and a good idea, so I did." He stops for a second to think. "That's the last thing I remember.
Please do take me home, I really feel like I need to get some sleep."
I should have specified, Luke was making a request rather than trying to influence attitude, so for simple requests that should only take 1 round.
"Was Catalina working with the butterfly creature? Why did she say she was bringing you here?" Luke notices the weariness on the man's face. "But yes, let's continue this conversation on your way home."
Luke looks at his fellow adventurers. "Perhaps this man's house is in the same direction as the apothecary. Let's wrap the unconscious in some warm clothes and carry them with us until we can reawaken them."
"He perhaps means vaccinated..? The process of assigning someone immunity from a specific ailment, by getting him or her in contact with the agent for such affection, so as to develop a resistance to it...?" - Medraut whispers to Corso.
Taking a few liberties here in assuming Medraut could know something about it - let me know if we strike this one from the records :D