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Corsa looks surprised by the group's resistance, but then shrugs. "Farmers can stay in the woods, then. No skin off my nose. Let's check for anything useful down below before we go."

I think you meant Bree and Everett, not Bree and Veit. Veit isn't herding the bear. Here's Bree's check, in any case. Int: 1D20 = [18] = 18

Bree will move her fire to the southeast area (Valeria's former space) to stop the bear heading that way.

"Well, what are we waiting for? They've only just left, and they're carrying a lot. Not too late to finish the job. Think you can track them, Giana?"

Corsa looks at Flint with a "wtf" look, and then turns her attention to the troglodyte. Nature: 1D20+1 = [17]+1 = 18 Without speaking the language, she attempts to communicate, through gestures and simple words, that we're only trying to survive, and don't want to fight them.

Willow nods to Gul, content with his plan.

Perception: 1D20 = [11] = 11

Bree nods, relieved that the guards don't seem up for a fight over this. "I'm not giving it to anyone who's paying. It's going home, to the forest." She adds her own illusory flames near Everett's, helping to corral the bear toward the cage.

Bree winces as Veit slams the bear. Her mind races as she scrambles for a good way out of this. It occurs to her that with two guards down, they needed her friends' help badly. Maybe she could leverage that. "Wait!" she calls out to her friends. "Don't help them yet." She looks at the nearest...

How close are we to the edge of town? Would it be feasible to shoo it out? Bree isn't going to help give it back to these people. She'd like to free it.

Bree sighs and heads after the group. Veit was right; these idiots would kill the bear if it killed anyone. "Try not to kill it!" she calls out as she follows. Bree will be dealing non-lethal damage. Initiative: 1D20+3 = [14]+3 = 17

Corsa nods. "No hurry." She puts her boots back on, picks up her weapons, and gets ready to follow Giana onward.

Corsa hands the dagger to Vin. "You're magically inclined, Vin. Look special to you?"

Corsa laughs a little at Lal's comment as she wrings the water out of her hair. "You've read me right, love, but for once it's not riches I'm hoping for. Can't even buy rum out here," she says with a sigh. She dries her hands on the side of her pack, digs her delicate tools out of it, and gets...

Coffer first, then body.