Memories of Holdenshire.

Harsk makes sure both goblins are knocked out but not dead. At least, not dead any further!

Taking a fancy to thet hat Ugost create a copy of it on his head and shifts his malleable forth to mimic the goblin before gathering everything up with the others. He expressed interest in the swords.

Scarfs with her useless Dried Yewclaw Bark, "You know we heard that our employer bit the big one. So, we are going to have to exit this place by our own means. I need to check the Thrifty Griffin on the other side of town before we leave. That and we are going to need some provisions."

Imagining Garbuffel's reaction Zaiashi can't help but chuckle at Ugost changing his appearance seemingly at a whim.
To the thrifty dragon then?

Provisions was a secondary thought really. Scarfs has 15 days of food on her and waterskin. It was more for new boots at Thrifty Griffin. Extra snacks off course would be nice. Scarfs does miss the pair of boots that got acid roasted.

Looks like we are going to be huffing by foot to the "Appleseed" lady to get our memories back. Being mark as a dire cultist doesn't favor with Scarfs. She wants her story back. She wonders how bad her name and the names she taken have been smeared.

Being dead or alive for 100 gp doesn't set well. Being in a party of misfits (Non-Humans) makes us so much more visible. And yes, I'm sure they can put Ugost in a jar. Thangs come to worse, Scarfs is in excellent shape for running. Her long legs cover ground well.

"Yeah. Right Thrift Griffin" as she corrects Zaiashi Kori.

"Zariana." The pale skinned woman who hadn’t been of much use up till now said with a nod. She’s been following the group with a thoughtful expression on her face and now she appeared to have solved her dilemma. "That’s my name, Zariana, been vexing me since the before we left that temple."

"Sorry," she said with a wave of her hand before smoothing out her skirt, "difficult to be, of use, when one doesn’t know what one can of use for."

Garbuffel looked at the Goo-thing that had most definitely been there the whole time. A fellow cultist and comrade in arms, so he had thought. Until it transformed into the goblin. With the hat. Garbuffel stared at Ugost most queerly, and as the sentient goo man looked back, he saw Garbuffel smile widely with a rictus grin, and his left eyebrow seemed to tremble as his eyes shifted up to the hat that matched the one he was wearing himself.
"Say... that's a nice hat you got there. Heheh."

His club was still glowing. In fact, Garbuffel was squeezing it so hard, magical force seemed to be pouring into it at an unhealthy rate..

Scarfs in custom fitted padded leather armor portrays her of a woman of action and her gear of a traveling sort. Her shortsword & dagger combo on her belt says she can be dangerous. Being barefooted really doesn't make the scene.

"Good. Now you know something more.' Scarfs had introduced herself earlier. Scarfs has plenty of papers on her tell a lot about her, but none fill in the blank. None here recognize her as Mistress Morgana or Bozorina.

Situation between the jelly and shorts just brings a scant smile from Scarfs.

Hefting his own great Club with one hand the small ozzefolk dofts his hat at the half-light, nearly eye to eye. You as well as he attempts to mimic the goblins voice

"Hey. Hey. Why don't you take a look down the well?" Garbuffel suggested with a twinkle in his eye, smirking still at the new goblin boss..

Still mimicking the goblin Nah. Don't want to get the sewer plague. Might turn my skin funny colors or sumtin. But tell your what, you go and I'll hold the rope real secure with a wicked goblin grin

Then in his regular voice " Which way to the Thrifty Griffin? Lead the way" and he practices his goblin saunter as he tags along.

"Is it really wise to go shopping when the whole city is looking for us?" Zariana asks looking about.

"Well yes I understand that supplies are important I'd just rather not end up in prison or at the end of a rope somewhere." She blinks and looks at the others, "Do they still sell people into servitude?" She asks, "That would be pretty terrible too."