Belagroff Bearjaw & the Buckaneers

As the sun is setting, causing deep shadows and a heavy glare off the river up stream, you hear splashing from the water. Looking upstream you vaguely make out a pathetic raft of rough trees tied together with 4 women half on and half in the water. They look tires and shiver from the cold of the river. One of the sailors on the boat upon seeing them calls out to them. You know this to be one of the ones Darz did not forewarn, perhaps so he would react naturally?
The women cry out in relief and begin kicking their "raft" to shore and arrive down river of your boat. Several of the men quickly grab blankets to help warm the women, all of whom you recognize from the small campfire you found earlier. Gin seems aloof to the commotion but Silla joins the men trying to comfort and aid the women.

The women clutch the blankets around their shoulders and a few lean into the sailors as they "stumble" from fatigue. Silla and the sailors guide the ladies back to the campfire though a couple cast odd glances your way with a smirk, smile, or shake of the head as they listen to your song.

ok give me a Perception test, 3d6

As you watches the women you see Silla slip something to one of the women who quickly conceals it in her tattered cloak and hugs the blanket tighter around herself.

The sailors seem to be in a bit of disbeliefe but acting in the "better safe the sorry" mentlaity and looking to their captain behind you for the final word. Silla is definitely nervous, bordering on outright panic. While the ladies are even more ajitated looking to each other but mostly to Marta who is gathering them up like a mother hen.

Check her Darz commands the sailor who promptly and thurroughly searches the landy. A knife and packet of some powder are found on the lady. The knife is soaked and the lady obviously tired to keep the packet dry as it is barely wet from being hidden in her cloths.

That's not from me, I know nothing about that! Silla exclaims. He's framing me, making stuff up. I have no idea why but he is. The Hin sound desprate as he looks about for support.

Darz onveride the paniking man Fine, we'll setle this old school. Your honor's been besmirched so deffend yourself as best you see fit.

He gives a few quick commands and the men search the rest of the women, relieving them of a few other small weapons before herding them away from the boat and you and Silla. Silla look on and tries to argue but is ignored by the men but a few keep themselves at his back. blocking any flight from camp. Finaly sillan tuns to face you.

Glaring at you angily now Silla pulls a small club from his belt I dont know what your game is but I dont appreciate the trouble you put me in he states loudly as he advances on you.

Then in a rush he closes the distanc between you and swings his club, cracking you on a hastily raised arm. 1 damage. As the club strikes you a faint cloud of some powder is knocked off of it and falls onto you

Roll a Save test, 2d6, to aoid breathing in the powder

Though you try to avoid it, some of the dust gets into your eyes and a slight trace is inhaled. This causes your eyes to water and you start coughing.
You roll with disadvantage for 1 round.

It is your turn and you have 2 actions to perform. Note that you only need to Move as an action if you are covering great distances, like running away or chasing something.