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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.

Corsa sets her weapons aside and takes her boots off. "Doesn't look deep, but something put them in there. Doubt it was the crabs." She stands at the edge of the pool for a moment, glancing down as she dips a foot into the chilly water. "Well, desperate times...the halfling may have something...

Bree has no interest in intervening. This is what happens when you bring an unwilling wild animal into civilization. Being from the forest and having a healthy respect for predators, she's content to let nature teach these carnies a lesson.

Bree looked a bit abashed when she realized who Everett was. She knew that name was familiar. "Really?" she replied gratefully to his offer. "That's so nice of you! If you're sure it won't be too much trouble..." Just then her ears twitched a little when she overheard a man talking about...

He did actually give his family name already, but I'll leave my post as-is. I'll just assume Bree has only a vague recollection of the name, and doesn't necessarily know his family estate is here.

Ok, thanks for the info. I just had Bree drop a hint rather than outright ask. She can tell that Everett's well-to-do from his dress and bearing, but since she's never left the Groaning Forest, I doubt she'd know his family name, or that they have an estate here.