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"Hmmmf. To accuse a halfling of poisoning someone via their food..." Lavina centers herself, and turns to the others. "The only way we'll get out of here any time soon is if we right the real killer. Are we agreed, and if so, where shall we start? I know a thing or two about herbs and spices...

"I am Lavina, a humble halfling. I was traveling with my companions and stopped for a small bite to eat, in portions that admittedly could be more generous but that's not relevant right now. "When the fight broke out, I made for the stables, in hopes of fetching enough water to dunk on the...

Yeah, same here. Take care of yourself!

"A food shipment? Hmmm." Tara thought about it, and nodded. "If the food shipment gets hijacked, people will starve. I think that's the job we ought to take."

"Monstrous. To die poisoned by something you ate... something you trusted..." The halfling shook her head. "We have to find whoever did this."

Lavina's eyebrows shoot up, and she also attempts to treat Bort...

"Hmmm. What's involved in a vesk funeral?" Off people's stares, she shrugs. "Just curious."

Lavina is quite happy to ignore the bar fight until someone lands on her Shepard's pie. She stares, for a long moment, at the ruined desert, and then slowly stands. She momentarily readies her crane stance, preparing to attack,a nd then thinks better of it. Even though she could easily strike...

"Think nothing of it," says Lavina. "To help one's kin is the least any of us can do."

Tara watches the interaction quietly and with interest, then piles into the buggy, keeping watch.

Lavina tucks into the food with the proportionate strength, speed and agility of a halfling who skipped lunch. People blink and half a chicken is missing. She never seems rushed, enjoying every bite; she merely eats with the speed that a skill artisan accomplishes a task they both love and have...

"I'll come with," says Tara, nodding, checking her rifle. "In case you need backup."

Lavine looks unusually tired after the effort, but doesn't shirk her duty; she stays on watch, for more wolves - acid-spitting or otherwise.

Tara takes the initiative and goes through local banditry listings, seeing if she finds a match.

"Ah - thank you, Varen. I appreciate it." Lavina rubs where the wound once was, then commits herself to helping right the wagon.

Tara patiently waits for the red tape to be cut, quietly checking and loading her rifle with a fresh cell.

Lavina, despite the legendary halfling courage she had displayed, was thrown off by the wolf's howl. But it didn't slow her at all. She rolled, somersaulted, and moved with fluid grace, and closed with the wolf, spinning around and delivering two open palm strikes. But the wolf's howl had...

Tara gets an "eurgh" look on her face at the thought of CN1C's description of a 'robust' attachment, but says nothing, and instead tries to change the subject. "So, if we're renaming the ship, what'll we rename it to?"

Quite happy! I enjoy Starfinder a lot. My new job is just eating up a lot of time of late, is all.

"Well, if they've been getting up to banditry, maybe there's a bounty for them? Check with the local constabulary, perhaps."