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Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

Shaleleu nods, then looks toward where the rest are pointing.

"&^#@ goblins."

As she pulls out her bow fire, one of the trees ahead crashes down onto the road ahead, blocking it.

Who is riding at the front of the caravan? Check the map and place yourselves. Note the Chuck wagon is 4th and the last covered wagon 5th and are not on the map currently, but would be spaced the same.

As the tree falls, a small figure tosses something into the square directly in front of the grey horse pulling Wagon a.

Note: if anyone needs me to grid the map, let me know and I'll try to get it up this evening.

"I like durable arrows, they can save you some gold in the long run. Distance and flight arrows are nice, too, for that opening shot."

"The White Wolf? It's been nearly 25 years since I heard that name. Perhaps a son? How big is his following?"

Sir Alfric arrives back at the Rusty Dragon to find Shalelu, Koya, and Ameiko in deep discussion on their preparations for the trip.

They all look up as he enters.

"What do you need, Sir Alfric? Did you forget something? Did you catch up with Braydon? How is he?" Shalelu smiles, in a friendly fashion as all three break into speech at once.

"Not off-hand. I think he went shopping. Check in the shops, or even at the House of Blue Stones."

A few quick diplomacy checks (DC15) to gather information should locate him.

She pauses. "Oh, and one more thing. From what the others told me, he let them know before they even went out that he was a were-rat."

After speaking to Fibec, Shalelu heads over to Sir Alfric and says "Can I speak to you privately?

Before he can answer she drags him to a private booth and sits him down. "I need your help with Braydon. No, not like that. He has...issues...and I think he left because he thinks you're a paladin and a threat to him. You see..." here she pauses, considering her phrasing. "He's a natural were-rat. Born that way. He's not evil, and was raised by adherents of Irori. From what the -gentleman- with him said to the sheriff while I was there he was 'dumped' on the monastery, as a toddler, by a group of adventurers who'd just slaughtered his entire family in front of him. He is in control of his lycanthropy, and doesn't seem to be planning on attacking anyone, or spreading his condition. Please, speak to him, get to know him, see what you think. I value your advice. Note, he did travel -and adventure- with Fibec, Vac, and Kayosin, and none of them seem to feel he's a threat."

Shalelu looks startled, briefly, then angry, then shakes her head, and with a bit of amusement, walks over to Fibec and taps him on the shoulder.As he turns to look at her, she says "Next time, ask first. and...talk to Ameiko about your...phrasing."

She heads out to start setting up her travel equipment.

Shalelu chuckles, glancing over at Fibek. "I appreciate the offer. It is difficult for one person to cover both sides of a caravan. Do you prefer the left or the right?"

Shalelu speaks up "I think it would be - interesting - to have you accompany us. But, how do your companions feel? Do you want to keep your little group together?"

She looks at the rest of you expectantly.

"Of course, we should let Sheriff Hemlock know. And, perhaps, Father Zanthus. We should, perhaps, escort him out here to be sure there's no other necromantic energies in this area. But as for the chest and it's contents...it seems to belong to Ameiko's family. It should be turned over to her."

Shalelu chuckles and smiles, bowing politely to Braydon. "I understand why you're an inquisitor. Yes, I was informed, because, having dealt with such, especially around Wolf's Ear, it was hoped I could give some good advice. Having seen you, I don't feel you're a threat...in THAT fashion."

Shalelu moves to intercept the two furthest (the ones from L3 and the entry next to it).

"I'll handle these. You kids get the rest."

As she moves she switches from her bow to a staff pulled from her quiver.

The heretofore quiet Braydon suddenly explodes into movement, taking down the spider with ease.

Shalelu nods approvingly. "Nice moves. I'll let you young folks lead. Where to next?"