The party is able to rest without interruption. What do you guys do now?
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"Let's continue our search for ingredients for the cure. We still need Rat's Tail and ironbloom mushrooms. We should look for the witch, Ulizmila, who lives in the woods for the Rat's tail, and look towards the mountains to the north for the ironbloom mushrooms.
I say we look for the Witch's hut, but I wouldn't know where to start looking in the forest."
Technically, you guys failed your checks to find the locations and didn't stick around long enough to find other contacts that could advise. But since the other option is to go nowhere, we'll do this:
Roll a Knowledge Local DC 20 or Geography DC 16 again. For each missed check, I'll increase the chance of other things happening in the forest.
You can use either check of for the witch.
After about a day of traveling through the woods, bitten by insects and scratched by various thistles, the sounds of the forest become suddenly distant as the trees part, opening into a small, almost perfectly circular glade. The nearest stands of pine, eyln, and darkwood—all typically sturdy woods—twist away from the clearing, as if bent by some impossibly strong wind or seemingly in an attempt to flee despite their paralyzed roots. At the glade’s center squats an ugly cottage, little more than a pile of twigs, shoots, and ivy stacked upon mud walls. From the thatched roof dangle bundles of gnarled roots, old dried beast carcasses, and knucklebone bangles, all clattering together like gruesome wind chimes. A dozen small thatched fetishes—each shaped like a tiny man, imp, or rearing serpent—stand propped in the yard, keeping guard before a rickety plank door.
Kalani doesn't notice anything beyond the oddities observed.
Approaching the cottage, you can see that its moldering door has rotted off its hinges but still blocks the way in.
Stevesie summons up a billowing cloud of olive spores off the door but doesn't hear a response.
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"Maybe the witch is just out?" mumbles Stevesie. "If only she knew about THE REWARD FOR HELPING US, maybe she would make a speedy return. Also if she knew the importance of our task she might allow us to enter inside and wait for her return."
Stevesie whispers just lough enough for the party to hear, "just to make sure shes not hiding."
----If there is no response after a short pause----
Stevesie adds, "Wana take a look inside?"
Inside, the cottage is dank, reeking, and filled with shadows. Haphazardly hung shelves line the walls, covered in all manner of clay jugs, clouded bottles, strangely cut rocks, rotted bunches of herbs, and a museum of other crude curios and remnants of a bone grinder’s artifice. A rusted iron cauldron, with a mouth nearly 5 feet wide and a depth of at least 3 feet, dominates the hut’s single room, its ash-covered surface shaped with a relief of capering fiends and leering devils.
As you start exploring the inside of the hut, the cauldron comes alive and attempts to bite Stevesie.
Drawing a weapon is a move action at BAB 0. You're standing next to the cauldron, however, so you can still attack.
Churdon, you can act as well.
Map is the "hut" link.
Everyone else can post their turns...
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Stevesie wants to determine how the pot is biting him (top, side...). Stevesie also wants to determine if the cauldron has legs or if it is resting on the ground (can it move) and looks inside the cauldron to see if anything is there. Finally Stevesie does a knowledge local check to see if he remembers hearing anything about this magical pot in town .
The cauldron has legs that move rigidly. It tries to bite you with the circular mouth at the top.
The cauldron tries to bite Stevesie again: