Hrefna had enjoyed her night, getting very drunk and sleeping very poorly despite not taking even a minute of the vigil. In her inebriated euphoria, she ended up locking horns with a few of the farm animals and proving herself to be the strongest by far. She hoped that some of the rams would channel that frustration into strength, and fight for their place in the hierarchy.

She met the pounding headache with which she awoke with yet more drink, and by the time they had all gathered to continue the investigation, she was already buzzed. Smelling of grass and booze, she hung an arm around Rylia.

"Yes, Fletcher, Pyotr make good idea," she said, steadying herself on the tiny paladin, "land blight has visual component. If it were in the fields, it would be noticed quickly. More likely, it is hidden behind tree and foliage. Not too far afield, probably, if sheep go to there."

Pressing up against Rylia, she shoved a flask into the girl's face.

"Are you sure you don't want? You are still inexperienced. It will calm your nerves."