"Lady Hale, I shall take the ridge, and the rest can ambush from behind the trees. What say you?"
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Erevales eyes narrow, grimly he replies "Whittling down their numbers sounds like a good idea to me. If only we had a spy glass so we could make out that beast from here."
"Sounds good to me. Ready to leave when you are."
"Lead the way, Lady Hale. I am sure we are all eager to kill some gnolls."
A bit groggily Erevale gathers his equipment "Romo! Where is my boot? I am sure I put it over her with the other one. Never mind, it's on the other side of the room. How did it get over there?" After replacing his boot where it belongs, Erevale listens to Lady Almah's plan. "Sneak in. Kill some gnolls. Find out their positions and numbers and get out. I suppose donkey will have to stay here then. He is not very good at sneaking."
"Mmm.. wha?... Stupid cats." Erevale throws a boot at the wall and falls asleep again.
Erevale continues to have a bottle or two of wine during the night, sharing it with all who would care to have some. The wine seems to loosen his tongue somewhat as he tells of his youth some decades ago: Exploring Kyonin, the lay of the land and the plants and animals that frequent it. He rumbles on until he finally falls asleep.
"I'll drink to that." Erevale finishes his wine and gets another bottle. "Like some?"
The dormitory seems a fine a place as any. Seen worse. Seen better. Erevale gladly accepts some wine, sipping it thoughtfully as he watches the antics of the more rowdy celebrants. Of particular interest is how much the halfling can consume, maybe he is still growing? At some point during the celebrations, Erevale locates Romo. "We have not spoken much, Romo. Any thoughts on the combat tomorrow?"
Erevale leans against a wall, waiting for Hale to complete her guided tour.
Erevale gives a luxurious stretch and starts preparing breakfast, remembering to leave a bit of meat for the vulture in the thicket. Then he settles down to wait for what is to come.
Erevale takes his turn of rest, pondering what came first: the vulture or its egg?
"Well it appears it was a false alarm. Though if Romo doesn't stop looking like carrion, he might become vulture food." Erevale returns to his watch, thinking about fried eggs.
Erevale makes soothing noises at the vulture as he slowly backs away.
Erevale whispers "Can't make out what it is from here. Need a closer look." and starts to creep forward slowly and carefully.
Erevale thinks as he waits for the others to arrive (Is it a bird? Is it a ... I will look like a fool if it's a harmless owl of some kind. Too big for an owl. Owlbear? Not big enough. Baby flying owlbear ... ... ... When are the others getting here?)
Erevale sighs to himself "No rest for the wicked.". He then shakes Romo and Lady Hale awake whispering "We have company in the courtyard." Readying his bow, Erevale creeps closer to have a better look at the courtyard.
"I shall take first watch. I shall wake Romo for second. I believe Lady Hale might need a bit of rest."
Erevale raises an eyebrow while looking at Lady Hale. Then he turns to Romo. "I think it is getting a bit late and some of us might need a bit of sleep (or maybe a cleric). Lets set up camp in the Monastery and wait for Lady Almah to arrive. Perhaps by then we will all be thinking clearly again."
Erevale stands in the middle of the desert, seemingly enjoying the near-silent sound of the desert around him.
"I don't question your decisions, Lady Hale, but learning belly-dancing does seem to have more appeal than this right now. I would suggest that if we find no trace by the time Lady Almah arrives that we continue with more pressing matters."
"I shall accompany you, Lady Hale."
"Ah. Gnoll slaying. A most satisfying pursuit. I accept your proposal, Lady Almah. What would the next task be?" "Lady Hale, I could attempt to follow the spoor left by Khismia if there is any to be found. Though we should be the first back to the monastery or I fear the tracks will be obliterated. It may already be too late. Also this endeavour may conflict with the next task Lady Almah sets for us."
"I would gladly aid in your endeavours, Lady Almah, though what would such duties entail?"
After having silently followed Lady Hale to the encampment, Erevale joins Lady Hale in Lady Almah's tent. Bowing to Lady Almah Erevale introduces himself. "Erevale Greenleaf, at your service, Lady Almah." Erevale gestures to Lady Hale to continue with her report.
Erevale collects donkey hidden in behind some scraggly shrubbery and follows Lady Hale.
Erevale slings his bow over his shoulder and leans against the wall, watching Hales performance. "Well, this adventure was concluded much faster than anticipated. Rather than return to my venture-captain, I would throw my lot in with you, Lady Hale. At least for the present time. That is, if you will accept an extra sword."
"Well now. Even though I have just arrived, I already have an abundance of information to send back. I am quite happy not to run into any nasties in the dark. And I am sure they feel likewise." Erevale places an arrow in his bow, ready to draw. "After you, intrepid leader."
"Vardishal I presume. But then again all humans look similar to me. Doesn't seem to be anything of interest here. Say, does anyone know the story of this Vardishal?" Erevale hovers over the map and points at two locations. "Where do these stairs lead? And these ones?"
No longer bothering to whisper, Erevale continues.
Erevale falls in with the group, leans over to Gander and whispers "Lady Hale seems to be the leader here. But is she all right, you know, in the head? Has she had any head wounds recently?"
Erevale glances at the halfling and dismissively states
Erevale turns back to Hale.
"I gladly accept your invitation, Lady Hale." Erevale bows slightly in Lady Hales direction while replacing his wayfinder. "I hope your followers see the wisdom in your decision. On another note, if I might be so bold as to inquire, do you know who the bearded man is depicted on the outside of the temple?"
"I could ask you the same, uncouth halfling. Also I feel no need to answer to you, nameless human. But as a token of peace, Lady Hale, I shall reveal that I was sent as representative of the Pathfinder Society." Erevale pulls his wayfinder from his satchel and holds it aloft for all to see. "You do know what the Pathfinders do, don't you little halfling? Now I have explained myself, but still do not know your intent, Lady Hale. And please put down that dagger, there really is no need for that."
Erevale looks a bit uncomfortable at such a frank appraisal.
Erevale moves closer looking around for anything of interest.
"Yes. erm. Very well. I thank you Lady Hale. Could you expound on your discoveries thus far? I am sure the halfling and other human will introduce themselves in due time."
Bow in hand (but no arrow nocked), Erevale moves cautiously towards the voices. Erevale tests the waters... "Greetings. I fear I am not the Khismia you seek, but prehaps I could be of some service. You may call me Erevale. And how shall I name you?"
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