Koan's hasty display of tomfoolery was nothing new to Dyn'yer'zhead, who chose to tolerate the eccentric woman's unnecessary flourish in her actions. At least, for once, she was focusing on something important and not doing her best to kill a crewmate with a completely, royally and utterly wrong approach to the subject. She didn't seem to maintain interest much longer though, as she fooled around with the blood coming out of the new acquaintance of theirs. He briefly considered hurling a Firebolt at it to make it stop, but before he could get to a solution of any kind the clown was already on her way to "heal" the kobold. If things went as per usual, the scaly thing would be dead come morning.

The night was mostly uneventful, though Dyn made it clear he was not happy with the nonstandard sleeping accommodations for himself. His shape was unusual and he had found that a pile of pillows was the best for him, yet here where obviously many travellers from other realms visited they had neglected to drain the rooms of water and forced their visitors to sleep on these damnable contraptions of whatever they were supposed to be. Much to his annoyance, he had to request some [s]hel[/s] [i]assistance[/i] from his roommates... he needed something for his tentacles to wrap around since they would do that in his sleep, and the bed had way too many sharp edges for him to consider that. And he himself did not have any equipment that could serve as that something. In the end the two fine ladies loaned him their backpacks, so he could sleep soundly and without fear of hurting himself.

Come morning, they were already well on their way to the Verdant stream when Jill whispered a message of utmost importance to him: She was feeling like someone was watching them, or the decision they had made had been the wrong one. "Hrrrrrgggg... Not the latter, I'm sure. You would have felt that yesterday", the Beholder replied as he began ever so not-subtly twisting around in sharp turns, trying to spot whatever it could be that was causing this anomaly. Nothing. "So it has to be scrying then", he murmured and began a ritual to see magic. Whatever it was, it would cease bothering them if it didn't want to taste his blade. He spun his weapon around in elaborate patterns, signalling the obvious spellcasting to anyone versed in the art, especially those well versed in bladesong.

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On the Long Rest, Dyn has recovered all of his HP through the expenditure of 3 of his hit dice, which were then returned at the end of the rest. He has also modified his spell list somewhat. As per usual, he casts Mage Armour on waking up. After that, he attempted to spot the person shadowing them, but was ultimately unsuccessful and has begun a ritual of [i]Detect Magic[/i].

Short rest recovery rolls - [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/4355]6[/url] (1 hit die expended. Ignore the d8, my mistake) and [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/4356]15[/url] (2 hit dice expended)
Perception to see the creeper - [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/4354]15[/url]

[b]HP:[/b] 62/62 [b]AC:[/b] 16 [b]Concentrating:[/b] Nope
[b]Bladesong status: [/b] Inactive, 2 uses left
[b]Slots/expended:[/b]
4/1 1st
3/0 2nd
3/0 3rd
3/0 4th
2/0 5th
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