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With the goblinoids and their gnomish brother finally quieting down, the elves of the group had their chance to speak. The bard said something in what was [i]presumably [/i]Elvish, probably to prove he spoke it. He proved, unsurprisingly, entirely unhelpful in actually putting said language skills to use however, so she ignored him and turned expectantly to Rory. The yuan-ti waited, as patiently as she was able, for the elven woman to recount their adventure before returning to the poster.

[color=#C5AF3F]"A vexing Will, wasss it,"[/color] Sshizna mumbled to herself. Now who might that be referring to? Likely not someone they ought to just hand over, if the name was any indication. Prismeer had been defiled enough. And they certainly would not hunt this Will down and hand them over just to curse some [i]bird[/i], like the gnome was suggesting. Let the man take care of his avian adversary on his own. 

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Off towards the cave they went, and not long into their trek, they ran into a curious sight. An owlbear, pulling an empty chariot — due to the driver falling prey to something winged, according to the bugbear. Sshizna clicked her tongue. A fool's fate.

As the rest of the party discussed whether to kill or leave be the owlbear, Rory — who Sshizna had [i]assumed [/i]to be the reasonable one in this crew of absolute loons — approached the beast with an [i]offering of rations.[/i] 

[i]Not you too![/i]

By the Wilds, now she found herself agreeing with the [i]bard[/i], of all things. Why were they wasting food on this thing, when it hadn't even been able to protect its master from harm? 

All Sshizna could do was sigh and look to the skies, just in case the winged creature might return.[/color]