Meet me in Phandalin (22-24th Nightal, 1491 DR)

"Alright, job well done everyone. Let's get Sildar to Phandalin."

Sariel will get the oxen and wagon back on the path to Phadalin.

  Leylin's face darkens a little when Gu'lorg suggests using one of the potions.

  ⟦It's not like he needs it right now...⟧

  But he doesn't interfere, instead Leylin scoops all the coins and the statuette into his backpack. After distributing the weight evenly, he turns over.

— We'll split money in Phandalin. Meanwhile those goods... should probably be hidden somewhere outside the cave so that they can be retrieved later.

As his eyes open Seron takes in the people around him, the bugbear and the half elf. Well then, it would appesr that Ive underestimated my wounds. He sputters beforr turning to Gu'lorg. Thank you friend. I shall never call your language stupid again. He says giving what smile he can through the pain. Finish what we started? Dont think I'll be any good helping load though.

Gu'lorg hands Seron the other potion. Well, you take this, as well, my friend. Thank you for helping in that fight. You fought bravely.
Bargrivyek has put you in my path to help on his quest. Will you come with me?

I agree with Sildar, we should make camp. I can take first watch, if you would like.

  Watching as the sun dissapears from the sky, Leylin nods.

— I say we earned some rest. Let's make camp near our cart, so we can also protect oxen from any predators that might come at night. I'll take the second watch. Our human companions should take care of the morning watch, I say.

  As they left the cave, Leylin halted the Sildar and after some rummaging through his backpack, handed him a set of common clothes.

Sariel wakes up, feeling a peacefulness she hadn't felt in awhile. She had faced her Dark Consort, told it fuck off. She had wrenched control of the dark powers inside of her and used them to do something good.

For the first time in her life, she was not afraid of the darkness within. In fact, she wanted to play with it. She leaves the group in the early morning light and finds a little grove to see what she can do.

She had long been able to weave minor illusions from the the shadow - like the dwarf decoy that had long served her against stupid goblins - but what about more tangible things? She reached out to the sea of shadows in the trees and grass around her, and wove them into a cloak around her. Black as midnight, lightly billowing in the wind. Without really trying, black bracers formed on her forearms and a black circlet wrapped around her temple. She touched them with her hand; they were solid but ethereal at the same time. She did not recognize the designs inlaid on the shadow-things she had conjured; what part of her mind had they come from?Pleased with the success of her first experiments she reached out to all the shadows around her, creating bigger and more beautiful things: a white stallion, a stone bridge, a mountain of golden treasure. She reached out to her outer limit of strength and erected stone walls from the shadows around her, making a makeshift fort 15 feet in all directions. She waves the flags as if blowing in the wind, and raises and lowers the portcullis with her mind.

At last, she summoned an image of her father. Tall, strong, and proud, standing guard against unnamed evil in shining armour. She reaches out to touch his cheek, but the illusion dissipates into wispy black smoke.

Seron woke to the glow of the morning sun. He felt much better. He spent most of the night resting and reflecting on his actions during the fight. Perhaps if he'd dodged differently he wouldnt have gotten hit. He jumped up and started to pack his things. Once finished he decided to wait for the next person to wake to see about finding a cart and bringing ths supplies with us.

"Careful yearning for something you cannot reach, it will eat your mind 'til your nothing but the yearning..." Rymente calls out from the trees to Sariel as her illusion wavers and fades.