I am Sanket.
He offer the man a sip of his waterskin.
Did you saw what happened? How did the fire started?
Beatrix narrows her eyes, seeming to think to herself for a brief moment before arriving at a conclusion. "He had been dulled not by spirits nor poison ... nor was he overcome by force ... nay, the fire claimed him." The priestess then rises again, giving Nasir a rather serious glance before turning again to seek out someone with whom to speak about the incident ... and a shovel.
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And what is wrong with your caravan leader? She seemed competent enogh...
Yea, women can be troublesome. I am going back to the camp, see you later on.
Sanket returns to the remains of the burning wagon.
Back into camp Sanket extinguish his torch and politely ask one of the guards for another shovel. He then proceeds to help the cleric using the proximity to her to start a conversation.
Hello sister, please let me help you.
Iska and Haroun go over to Sanket to retrieve the torch.
"Hello there! I didn't quite get your name. So how did it go?" the elf says gleefully while scratching his nose from a tiny desert rash.
Sanket returns the elf his torch.
Thank for your kindness, my name is Sanket. The monk says bowing to the wizard.
Keeping his voice low the vudrani talks to the elf and the aasimar while helping her cover the body.
I followed a trail of footsteps from near the burning wagon into the desert and found a man resting against a tree near by. He was lame and dressed like a beggar. He told me his name was Dashki and that he was going to wait a bit for before returning to camp because there was bad blood between him and this caravan leader. He was afraid she would frame him for the fire.
He said he didnt know what happened and that he was having dinner when the fire started. But the wagon belonged to a fortune teller and apparently he used to burn a lot of candles inside it. He also suggested the possibility of a pugwampis attack.
The only problem with his story was the proximity of his tracks to the burning wagon. I thought we should talk to some other people and verify his tale before coming back to him and...maybe use some magic?
Turning to the cleric Sanket says:
I think this people would open their hearts more easily to one of the faithfull, maybe you or your consort could talk to then sister. I can tag along if you wish to keep them civil.
"Hail, Sanket. I do know some magic, however I am afraid I have not yet learned to read thoughts. Neither am I the type who is good at charming others. I could try to learn a spell, but I am not sure if there is a wizard near us with it written down and the next town may be miles from us."
The elf grabs the Ioun Torch and places it back in his bag.
Beatrix graciously passes the shovel to Sanket as he wishes, and turns toward the leaf-bare tree in the distance and the disheveled man beneath it. "That man yonder? Hm ... were it he who did cause the disaster, he hath scarce reason to remain nearby. Wouldst thou I speak to them?" She nods in the general direction of the other people among the wagons.
We shall do it the old school way then Sanket says to the wizard.
Lets speak to these people. Sister if you would please... The monk says while finishing covering the body.
The fair-haired woman scans the crowd, seeking someone who might be most open to talking about the incident, then decides to begin with one of the nearer caravan guards, whom she approaches calmly but purposefully. "Well met," she says, giving a simple curtsy, "Pray, could ye tell what you witnessed, ere we arrived?"
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Nasir will approach Father Zastoran tent, knock on the tent pole, and wait patiently for a response. Once he receives a reply he will enter and bow to the older man. "Forgive the intrusion, Father. But Mistress Almah has asked us to investigate the fire and the tragic death of her soothsayer. Is there anything you can tell me about it? Anything you may have seen or heard?"