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The hedgehog nods in agreement. "A talking chest is a bit silly Mister Hobbs."

The hedgehog wiggles her nose and makes her introductions. "Hello everyone! My name is Erinac..." Her words are muffled as Hobbs replaces his hat atop his head.

The tiny hedgehog watches the dwarf carefully before replying. "It doesn't look like it, Mr. Hobbs. I think it might be divine, don't you?"

"Oh no! Look at all the poor dead butterflies."

The hedgehog gives a tiny wave to the assembled pathfinders. "Good morning everyone. My name is Erinac..." her greeting is cut off as the goblin replaces his hat.

The PCs are taken to Baric the Bloodfist, a robust man with short silver hair, armor made from an exotic reptile, and thick scars on the backs of his fingers. He carries no weapons save for his massive fists and a bandolier full of alchemical bombs.

“So you’re friends of Dagur, eh? Don’t look like much, but then again, I don’t have her eye for talent. Hope your trip here was full of hardship, to make you stronger!” He pours a bright blue fluid into shot glasses, offering one to anyone assembled. “You made it here on time, that shows respect. Tell me of any troubles on the way; I’ll mark it on my map.”

Erinaceinae climbs onto the map and points with her snout to indicate areas of interest. "Over here are some thirsty animals that might be dangerous if you're not careful. Nasty hot springs right about here. Over here is an awful acidic swamp. Don't go to this spot over here at all. There is a scary hedgehog-eating badger. Oh and here, here, here and here are some lovely spots to root for grubs."

nature-aid another: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10

Erinaceinae spots a particularly good shortcut but steers Larrathion away from it as she thinks she saw a badger nearby. Her revised route is not as good.

With his eyes now on Blue, Larrathion runs up to the edge of the acidic mud and tries to leap across it.

He sails through the air effortlessly, lands on the other side, and continues running so he ends up next to Blue.

Clinging to the top of Larrathion's head Erinaceinae lets loose a tiny cheer as he leaps the deadly acid.

"Wheeeee!"

"Look over by that tree. It's an old game trail. It cuts through those brambles and it looks like it might head towards the town."

nature-aid another: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24

Erinaceinae gets Larrathion's attention uses her snout to point out an interesting hill formation."It looks like we might be able to save some time by squeezing between those hills instead of going the long way around."

nature-aid another: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19

Unfortunately it seems that there are too many rocks blocking the path, making it only a shortcut for a tiny hedgehog and not an entire caravan.

The hedgehog gives a tentative nod. "I can try Mr. Hobbs."

Erinaceinae will attempt to assist using Nature

nature-aid another: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24

"Perhaps we can travel along that dry riverbed over there. It looks like it might eventually intersect the road as it doubles back."

I think it's pretty obvious that Larrathion should be our lead with his +12 Nature. I'm kind of surprised that Survival isn't one of the listed skills.

The hedgehog waves and greets everyone with a squeak. "Hello everyone, my name is Erina--"

Her greeting is cut off as Hobbs replaces his hat.

Erinaceinae barely manages to maintain her perch atop Hobbs's head as he bows. She waves at the dragon.

"Hello."

"I don't think they were attacking me Mr. Hobbs. I think maybe they're just playing. I saw one when I went into the fallen trees. He didn't seem threatening, just curious."

While Erinaceinae scouts within the intertwined branches, she encounters one of those gremlins that Hobbs saw earlier, watching her with a blank face. She blinks and its gone.

After Hobbs and Erinaceinae get past the fallen logs she tries to tell him about the gremlin.

"Mr. Hobbs, while I was in the logs I saw..."

She is cut off as Hobbs places her back on his head and covers her with his hat.

Erinaceinae gingerly takes the pickle a takes a small bite.

"I don't know Mr. Hobbs. I can't understand him."

"I'm ready, Mr Hobbs."

While Hobbs is busy with Twyl, Arlo lifts the top hat off Hobbs' head and hand a little apple slice to Erina.

Erinacinae reaches out and carefully takes the apple. "Thank you very much."

When the strange large-eared green man appears, Twyl looks on with interest. He'd interacted with this type of person in the past, and as they'd always treated him kindly, he was not afraid. His interest spikes when the green man takes his hat off and Twyl notices the small spiny creature underneath... who then proceeds to wave to them.

How exciting! He waves back eagerly and wonders if she'll be his friend. Hoping to make it so, he takes to the air and hovers nearby. Reaching out with the chunk of apple still in his hand, he offers it to her.

"That's very nice of you but I already have one. Why don't you keep your piece for yourself."

The hedgehog gives a small wave and greets everyone with a quiet squeak.

"Hello my name is Erina..."

The hat is replaced before she can finish her greeting.

farming lore: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

"Oh this spot here would be a lovely place to root for grubs. Very rich soil. Perfect for planting crops."

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A muffled reply comes from under Hobbs' hat.

"She does say that a lot."

"Oh - Hello again!"

A pair of tiny hands emerge from Hobbs' hat and lift it up to reveal the white snout of Erinaceinae the hedgehog. She waves at Tao.

"Greetings!"

A muffled reply comes from under Hobbs' hat.

"She does say that a lot."

To Erinaceinae "Oh - Hello!"

"Hello. My name is Erinaceinae. Nice to..."

The rest of her response is muffled and unintelligible as Hobbs replaces his hat.

Momentarily revealed, the tiny hedgehog squints in the light and waves at Anebu.

"Thank you. Goodbye."

"Yes Mr. Hobbs."

A tiny voice emerges from the burrow.

"Sorry Mr Hobbs."