Chapter Two: The Hippocampus on the Cracked Lintel

....Are allergies a thing in D&D? I didn't really think about it haha

Leth is worried for a moment that the fisherman will try to push the issue further, but is relieved when he finally relents... even if it's not quite for the reason he was hoping. Still, as long as Mordred doesn't have to reveal himself, he should be okay. Less tense now, he begins to enjoy his meal a bit more earnestly.

"This is delicious; thank you very much."

Zangua lets the others eat and converse. He remains near the back of the crowd, content to listen and observe.

Now I'm curious as to what the fisher thinks is Mordred's deal. As much as possible, without raising any suspicion or making himself too visible to the fisher, Mordred will try to check things out around the cabin to make sure everything is on the up-and-up and there is no evidence of the Six-Pointed Crown.

EDIT: Dang.

"And do many stray?"

Zangua speaks, finally, a question. "Has anyone ventured through here or took shelter with you, sometime in the past... Oh, I don't know." He looks to Mordred, Felor, Leth, and Vad to fill in the blank. "... Week? Two weeks?"

Looking up from his meal and while continuing to chew Vad asks "What was he looking for?"

A man searching for someone... searching for Zora, perhaps? Thinks Felor. Or it could be nothing. Coincidence.

Mordred thinks there is more to this fisher than there appears. Perhaps an apparent threat will reveal their true colors.

Mordred uses Thaumaturgy to mimic the sound of a dangerous swamp creature behind the boat.

Yeah, I wasn't sure what we were dealing with in terms of fauna. How about a stealthy water-based predator, like a crocodile. Something that might make a distinctive sound (a tail slap on the water?) but could plausibly disappear under the water quickly, so it wouldn't be obvious that the sound was artificial. I'll throw a couple of dice, in case they are relevant...

Zangua stands and looks out over the water. Sitting at the perimeter, he knows there was no movement, but he did not notice any spell-casting as he is not familiar with it to begin with.

"What lives in these waters, sir?" asks Zangua of the fisherman.

Is the fisher male or female? Or can we tell? We keep saying "fisherman", but I've noticed you keep saying "fisher" and using the "they" pronoun, so I'm not sure if I missed something...

Leth, who had been almost wholly engrossed in his food and his thoughts, almost leaps at the sudden sound, and narrowly avoids dropping the rest of his food on the ground. He gives a concerned look towards his companions and the fisher, and reaches a hand up towards his bow, slung over his shoulder. "Should we go look for it?"

Also, are we inside, or outside?