Arrival at Nurok

Ahh, I see. Well as we ride northeast I'll spend some time trying to figure it out on my own then. Looking the helm over for any sign of inscriptions or distinctive markings or such. I'll try it on at different light levels to see how it effects my vision, etc. While wearing it one day I'll ask Lady Ilwyn to just punch me as hard as she can in the face as well.

I'll spend some time on horseback polishing my armor too, making sure it's gleaming appropriately before we arrive at Hartland.

Sore, but I suppose I’ll live. I say, rubbing my leg out.

In the course of the journey through Hartland on the way to Tycha, Hraefn had the time to ponder on Merriweather's injury. The simplest solution would be if there was indeed someone at Tycha able to employ the more restorative healing required. Otherwise the rogue might still not be able to use his bow. Another option, much harder, is for Hraefn himself to acquire sufficient power from the land to be able to provide the magic. With that in mind, he had been spending most of his time detouring through the forests in his daily commune in nature.

Etna rides along on the flank of the convoy, her eyes to the woods, the peaks and the sky. Not truly taking in the scenery, her eyes are glazed over pensively. She considers how much closer now to her companions she is than she was in Gorna, even Oytmeet. I've missed having others at my back, people to trust. Always at the back if her mind however, is the haunting memory of betrayal. Am I wrong to fall so easily into trust again?

Throughout the ride, she hunts for her food. She talks scarcely, but it is easy to tell not so much out of malice. At stops she converses with animals there.

Punch! In the face!

After they gather everything up again and begin walking Bram reports his findings.

"The Helm is what we thought. It allows the wearer to comprehend almost any language spoken in the wearer's presence. It knows 4 now and can understand as many as six more. The bag is a little more surprising. I had at first thought it was like mine but it is, indeed, a bag of holding. Much more volume than my handy haversack. The arrows also contain something of a surprise. Nine of them are as I suspected having a single point of enchantment. The tenth one is unexpected. I've not seen its like before. It is an arrow of Monstrosity Slaying. One of the potions is something more than a simple or common item. It allows the imbiber to breathe fire like a dragon. The scroll is something that we could get creative with under the right circumstances. It's a spell of Unseen Servant."

"Then this will be very handy when we have to carry or move many items. Perhaps before we enter the dungeon proper we can empty out all of its contents for safekeeping at our base camp, so that we will be able to make use of it at its fullest capacity." Hraefn was thoughtful about how best to use their newly acquired item on behalf of the party. Then towards Caedwyn, "If necessary, perhaps I would ask for the helm to learn one of my more commonly used animal languages. It'll help if I'm in one of my forms and need to speak urgently with the rest of you."

He nods and hands the helm over to Hraefn, "It's worth a try. I'm surprised that animals have a language honestly. I had assumed when a dog barks, 'woof woof woof' essentially translates to 'hey hey hey'"