Maroux raises a brow at the Lillend staring daggers at her.
The Lillend smiles at the half orc and sings some words over the melody.
"Stop it already." Maroux complains, as she runs out of non-leathal options. Well, there is stinking cloud, but not in her own hut.
"Whats going on?" Jimmy asks as the daggers fly
"I'm not sure. But it's not drinking tea." Gwenhwyfar analyzes with her sharp mind.
"Now, do you want to trade spells, or shall we leave?" Gwenhwyfar inquires.
"I think it's worth having a look at. Tea it is then." Maroux tells and fetches some mugs from a shelf and a pot of questionable dark liquid from the stove. Always keeping an eye on the Lillend. "How long til your ally leaves?"
"Thank you." Jimmy says when handed a tea
Tea is an aromatic beverage commonly prepared by pouring hot or boiling water over cured leaves of the Camellia sinensis, an evergreen shrub (bush) native to Tian.
The steaming beverage in the mug is no tea. And the aroma makes ones toenails roll up. It is for sure an acquired taste.
Maroux pours two more cups for Gwenhwyfar and herself noticing with dismay that the Lillend is still there.
Gwenhwfyar takes a deep breath over the mug and looks around what might have made it into this brew. "I can't treat poisoning. Can you?" Gwenhwyfar asks Maroux.
"No." Maroux replies and takes a sip of the 'tea'.
"I can dispel magic, throw fireballs, create a stinking cloud, cause blindness/deafness, can do a burning gaze, cure moderate wounds, call a flaming sphere into existance, or use burning hands, magic armor, a ray of enfeeblement and a shocking grasp. And the spells without limit are detect magic, detect poison, read magic, and resistance."
"Which of these are you interested in?"
"Poison??" Jimmy says with a start
"Yes, poison. That's a gap in my abilities to treat ailments. And this special tea brought that to mind. I guess it is not for those with a weak stomach." Gwenwhyfar replies to Jimmy.
"I guess the stinking cloud would be interesting, the ray of enfeeblement, burning hands - that one just to one up Abomentolor - and your cantrips, but detect magic. And fireball - of course fireball!"
"Hosco, go play with the cat." Maroux tells her familiar.
"Grah, cats are stupid!" the raven caws from his position on the shelf.
Destinée slowly floats up and towards the raven, lying in the air like she would on a pillow. "Yeah, not everyone can be a clever raven, right?" she teases Hosco.
Staying eye to eye Hosco and Destinée communicate in trance the spells back and forth.
Six and a half hours later Destinee has learned the spells Stinking Cloud, Burning Hands, Ray of Enfeeblement and the three cantrips. Six and a half more hours later, Hosco learned some spells in exchange. And it is getting dark already.
Gwenhwyfar gets bored as talking to a person who likes being alone best is not very entertaining. She ponders visiting the Troglodytes but doesn't want to leave Destinée alone. Who knows, she might end up in the stew. "Shall I cook something?" she finally asks, as the stew in the cauldron has the same issue as the tea. It is not really edible.
"Thank you for helping us." Jimmy says after a while to Maroux. "If I can do something to repay you..." Jimmy offers.
Maroux ogles Jimmy while pondering what he could do to repay her...
"That's not what I meant!"
Gwenhwyfar is a bit slow to notice that one, but she stands there aghast once she does.
"I mean't along the lines of firewood..."
Maroux looks disappointed. "Firewood is good." she replies without excitement.
"Sure thing." Jimmy says. As he stand up he turns to Gwen giving her a very abashed smile
Gwenhwyfar looks around the hut, but the only cooking pot seems to be this ever-cooking cauldron of tastable misery. She grabs a bowl and with her dagger she starts making a fruit salad. "You like that kind of food, or is there just a lack of better stuff?" Gwenhwyfar asks, pointing to the cauldron with her eyes.
Chop chop
Jimmy walks around some to find some firewood. Because of a serious lack of tools for the trade he finds himself collecting driftwood at the coast.
Maroux looks at Gwenhwyfar with a raised brow but refrains from answering.
After a long and awkward visit it is finally time to leave, to everyone's relief.
"Shall we make a stop at Windsong Abbey?" Gwenhwyfar asks.
"To see what has become of the medusa? Would it not be better to have the others with us?"
"It would, but I can only do two more hops." Gwenhwyfar replies. "You think we meet big resistance there? At least, they would be surprised."
"Can you make us invisible, and then take us there, just in case?"
"No, I can't." Gwenhwyfar replies disillusioned.
"I'm just worried."
"If someone is there, you just have to keep me safe long enough to concentrate on the next spell. You think you can do that?" Gwenhwyfar replies.
"I will always protect you." Jimmy says cheesily
"Okay." Gwenhwyfar replies happily, grabs Jimmy and Destinée and speaks the word.
The Mushfens disappear from sight and are replaced with a noble bathroom, with a dead redcap, a dead hill giant and a dead medusa lying around. The smell is not nice.
"So do we take them with us?" Jimmy asks unsure of how to stop the dead from being brought back
"Only the medusa." Gwenhwyfar replies, puts a foot on the body and speaks the word again, moving all back to Mrs. Heidmarch's office.
Mrs. Heidmarch is startled, but that doesn't show. She is also irritated and that clearly shows. "Have you ever heard of knocking?" she inquires.
"I'm sorry, but your office is the place I know best on the whole premises." Gwenhwyfar tries an excuse.
"And we brought you a medusa that we thought you might not want paraded through town."
"How about you make yourself familiar with the basement? Or Wumbrout's office, maybe? There has to be a way that you don't turn my office into a terminal for corpses."
"Get that medusa out of here. Put it in a blanket and bring it over to the meeting house. Wumbrout shall show you where to put her."
"Sure thing." Jimmy says, "Can we borrow a blanket? Or would you like us to leave her here while we go buy one?"
Gwenhwyfar rolls her eyes at Jimmy, gets her blanket out of her pack and hands it to him.
"And we didn't use that last night because?" Jimmy says chuckled
"You're a much better blanket." Gwenhwyfar whispers, blushing.
"Well that is a good enough reason for me." Jimmy says blushing himself slightly, as he loads up the medusa
On the way to the meeting house Gwenhwyfar asks "Shall we search for more spells for me? The result of visiting the witch wasn't as good as I expected."
"I wouldn't even know where to look. But we can certainly."