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Phineas takes a cup of tea and holds it, feeling the satisfaction of warmth filling his fingers.

Phineas turns to Billy, his usually cheerful voice turned serious "Billy, I think we should be moving on soon."

And then, to the old woman: "We are trying to find out what happened here with the ice, honored grandmother. With luck we will be able to return soon. Is there anything you need before we leave? Firewood to chop? Food to fill your pantry? "

Ryyrik follows suit, drawing his hammer and shield, and takes lead; headed towards the nearest place he sensed a humanoid.

It's been a delight, ma'am. Seein' that orc out there, I reckon ya can take care a yerself, but do ya think there's somewheres ya can go with a few more folk around? We been seein' lots a sign a orc on our journey. Ya might can tackle one a them, but I think ya might have more trouble if a squad come over the hills.

Billy gets up to leave but pauses when he notices a hairline fracture on his teacup. Always return somethin' in better shape than when ya got it, my ma always said.

Cast Mending.

If'n there's anything can use a bit a fixin', now's the time ta ask.

Ulfren follows Ryyrik, keeping a careful eye on their surroundings.

Baern comes out of the house just in time to see Ulfren, Ryyrik and Gunnar leaving. Puzzled, he ducks his head back through the door. "The others have moved on. No idea why." He then moves quickly after them.

Phineas holds the earthenware container from the old woman like it was a priceless artifact. He casts goodberry and hands her all of the berries.

"Please accept these as a token of our gratitude. They are imbued with healing magic, and make a delicious pie. One is enough to fill you up for a whole day, but they'll wither away to nothing in 24 hours, so enjoy them while they last! May the old gods and the new keep you warm and safe." . With Eagle's Splendor still active, it is hard for him to stop waxing poetically.

Phineas bumps into Baern on his way out. "Let's move like the wind then." . Phineas moves after them at a jogging pace.

Hope someone else will offer to carry the crock of tea. Running is hard enough!

Ulfren briefly glances back. "I guess their party's over. Hope they learned what they set to learn," he says to Ryyrik.

Ryyrik ignores the "tea", for now at least, as there is possible orcs ahead. "Doubt it," he responds back at Ulfren "We already know what needs to be known and some old crone isn't goin' to have any new insight, 'specially if she thawed like the rest of us." He leans into Ulfren "Let's see if we can chase any rats out of the woodwork." He stands up, firm, takes a deep breath then yells out

Ulfren, lacking knowledge of Ryyrik's dialect, simply leans back at the sudden outburst. "You kiss your mother with that mouth?" he jokes.

Gunnar hears someone shouting on the other side of the property. He doesn't understand the words but he recognizes the guttural speech as orcish. Has the orc on the front porch somehow come back to life? Or has its fellows arrived? Gunnar loops around the perimeter as fast as he is able without breaking cover. When he spots Ulfren and Ryyrik, Gunnar approaches. "What's happened?" he hisses, "Are we under attack?"

"Shhh." Ryyrik scolds, as his eyes dart around the surroundings, his shield and hammer raising to a defensive position.

"Are you mad?" Baern asks, not understanding what Ryyrik said but getting the idea behind it. All the same, there is a fire in his eyes that says he is ready for combat.

Phineas looks around at everyone, a little puzzled about what is going on. After everyone listens intently at the wind for a response to Ryyrik's ruse, he hoists the earthen jar.

Tea?

Ryyrik no longer hushes his voice but instead loudly says "Either it's just villagers left or we be dealing with some COWARDLY orcs, which isn't saying much, seeing how every orc I've dealt with wets in their britches." he finishes with a hearty laugh into an air.

Baern uses this time to attune to nature, searching for any humanoids in the area.

Onward to Reinhel's castle then. We may not have much time before this island weakens.