Ohkwarikó of the Nightshade's page

"Yes, of course, Dame Freya."

With a frown of displeasure on his face, Oak steps behind the assassin that sliced Nempura,

Earthbreaker PA: 1d20 + 2 + 4 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (20) + 2 + 4 + 1 - 1 = 26

PA damage: 2d6 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (4, 4) + 6 + 3 = 17

Earthbreaker PA confirm: 1d20 + 2 + 4 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (7) + 2 + 4 + 1 - 1 = 13

PA crit damage: 2d6 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (2, 5) + 6 + 3 = 16

and spills his brains upon the streets. "Are you alright, Lady Nempura?"

As you follow Burne, Oak says, "Lady Nempura, was that strange-mannered ele upset by our leaving? I wouldn't want to upset anyone, especially if she is promised to your watersinger friend."

"Remember Lady Nempura, we sent a wagon of supplies to Vi Thanh along with the travelers we met on the road. We must have faith that these good deeds will help."

"I slept quite well, Lady Nempura. Very kind of you to ask." And later in the conversation, "And I do not think this only about you being ifrits. They do not know any of us, and neither did Lady Nempura until recently, which makes her sudden trust of us seem suspicious. If, that is, you have the entirely wrong frame of mind. I find us very trustworthy."

Freya and Kapelo, Oak smiles and nods in agreement with both of you, finishing his breakfast and draining his cup of orean tea (groundwater, lemon, a pinch of sulfur, seasoned with powdered clay to taste).

"Ah. What a wonderful establishment." Addressing the server, "Please tell the chef that was a most excellent way to start the morning. Thank you."

Oak smiles ruefully as Master v'Adril enters the dining area. Knowing Kapelo's ways after weeks and rites on the road together, he sees the ifrit's hangover, but says nothing. He still does not know what pain or trouble drives Kapelo to the bottle.

Speaking softly over breakfast to Kapelo, Bahbh (who might still be seen as Magpie upon Kapelo's shoulder, perhaps finding the ruse useful), and Freya , Oak says, "I've inquired about Lady Nempura this morning, but the servants were...not particularly helpful. I am somewhat worried."

Freya, Oak returns from helping Kapelo to bed. "Why are you still awake, valiant Freya?" As usual, he seems to use your title more as an adjective. "Should you not be resting?"

Kapelo, you have lost track of time, and suddenly your companion Oak is gently shaking your shoulder with one hand, large and gnarled as his namesake. "Master Kapelo, your distress awoke me from my dream walking." He says this with concern, not reproach. "I believe it is your turn for sleep, and preferably a great deal of water before that."

He offers an arm for you to steady yourself, if need be.

"Lady Nempura does seem quite adept at charming information out of people. I have every confidence in her success."

Rising from his loud meal, Oak says, "If you will excuse me. I feel a dream calling to me." He yawns, and stretches. "I will take a watch in the late hours."

"Please stay safe, Lady Nempura. There have been so many strange things in our short journeys so far. We shall talk soon, I believe." His eyes are far away, as if he is already seeing your next conversation.

***

Oak takes one very small taste of the blue wine. "Ah. Well, I will be keeping watch tonight anyway, so it is just as well the drinks are not to my taste." Reaching for the sole oread fare in the room--polished beachstones piled in a large earthenware bowl--he grabs another handful of smooth stones, throwing half into his mouth, crunching, saving the other half in his fist for later.

oreads are lithovores; rock eaters

"That sounds rather melancholy to my ears, Lady Nempura. I would enjoy this mutual company for a great while longer." The broad oread pauses. "Though perhaps under less dire circumstances."

"Well, needle or leaf, I suppose it does not matter. I do indeed find the boat warmer today, Lady Nempura. Most pleasant."

"I think that Yorse should go up with Badbdb in flight once. Perhaps being rekindled with air will do something?"

Oak gently places his own opinion upon the pile of ideas. "Perhaps we should ask the young godling what he...she? wants to do?"

Oak gives a bow of thanks to Nempura for her consideration, and sits upon the heap of straw he helped her bring onboard, sighing with a show of contentment. "I like it better than walking already, Lady Nempura."

Earthbreaker Power Attack, : 1d20 + 2 + 4 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (6) + 2 + 4 + 1 - 1 = 12
PA damage: 2d6 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (3, 1) + 6 + 3 = 13

Stepping from behind his namesake, Oak whomps the thing squarely on the head. The combined assault of Nempura's strike, Freya's smite, and Oak's might finally causes the drygrief to crumble. Bitter, dried tears of cloying salt blow away in the wind, drifting invisibly into the blissfully ignorant snow.

"The trail gets even worse a few miles up. Thought I would double back." The bulky oread makes no mention of the monster. With an air of calm, he observes Badhbh's tricks against the shriveled undines.

Nempura,

Oak gives a small bow to you, the gesture only serving to emphasize his girth and size. "I can indeed, Lady Nempura. I believe the exercise will help me work off the second and third helpings I had for breakfast." Waving amiably, he sets off at steady, ground-eating pace.

Oak looks with interest at Badhbh's drawing, then shrugs and laughs. "Looks complicated. Give me simple drum of hide and I'm satisfied." He finishes his work at the camp and waves farewell to everyone, trying to get an early start before the wagon overtakes him for the day.

***

Oak shrugs. "Most of the tobacco is grown in the southern reaches of Forest, and Nightshade is as far north as it gets. Can't say I ever developed the habit. Might be one of the reasons he trusts me with it."

assuming end of conversation

***
Oak's dark eyes sparkle beneath his heavy brow. "Actually, the boss lets me keep his tobacco pouch. Says he can't ration it by himself. If you say he owes you some, I'll take you at your word."

he hands you a fair pinch of the stuff, assuming you have your own rolling papers

Oak laughs again as the godling's light dims a little. "Now that is a sleeping infant if I have ever seen one."

"Hmm. In my experience, if a young one is hungry, we would know. Children are very honest that way." He rumbles a bit of laughter, as if remembering something funny.

It is the name of Oak's spirit animal, which he only sees when asleep or dream walking. He has talked with you about it in the past. (not a real physical bear, since there is no more animal companion)

Ohkwarikó laughs, the sound low and mellow. "I think sometimes you would not mind being under water, if something shiny were there with you."

Stopping now, thinking. "Should we go talk with the others now? Our immediate path for the day has not been decided."

Badhbh,

Ohkwarikó walks beside you, digging up larger edible roots with his shovel-sized hands for his part of the foraging.

Oak will usually just take 10, which is good enough to find food for 3 other people and himself. Badhbh obviously does very well, getting plenty of food and whatever other materials he might want.

After walking silently for a while, Ohkwarikó says, as if no pause had occurred, "I don't know. Nothing new. It's the same dream, but sometimes it slows down, or it's upside down. Granite Paw is trying to talk to me, but I do not have the ears to hear right now."

using the same avatar, it fits the character

While foraging for food together, Ohkwarikó asks his sylphan companion, "Badhbh, what do you think of the warm yellow light that Freya carries? What is it?"