Varen Tai

*takes furious notes* "Gadianton's... lieutenant..."

Yeah, I'm 4 hours away from my office and now they are wanting me to come in multiple days every week. UGH. Dodging THAT bullet as much as possible.

BTW, D'Ar says his piece about the fire, waits for a moment, then wanders off again. Any of you can add that into your post since I don't want to do a full DM post just for that.

And I'll note that Tal knew the dragon had gone to ground, but none of the characters would have heard such a thing from D'Ar, who wouldn't have known one way or the other.

The rare smile cracked D'Ategenon's lips as she brought up the hairy herb again. They walked together into the camp as he answered. "I am still surprised Basil told you about that. Many years ago, a few of us, including Major Ferranti and Basil, were sitting discussing important items, when one of our younger members burst out saying something like, 'I can't hold this in anymore. No disrespect, Basil, but I'm going to start calling you the hairy herb. Basil Dillworthy, and you're a harengon. Hare-y herb.'" The smile widened as he relayed the story. "You know how proper Basil is, and he was quite horrified, but the name stuck between us, though since we really did respect him, we never told anyone else. As embarrassed as Basil was at the time, and despite him making us all swear that we would never tell another soul, it looks like he's never forgotten and ended up using it as the best possible code phrase to help you identify me from any other half-orc named D'Artegenon." He stood for a moment in the warmth of the fire. "Don't forget to extinguish this before it gets too dark," he said to no one in particular.

The half-orc suddenly loomed up behind Yopine. She hadn't heard him coming. Looking down at her mildly for a moment, he rumbled quietly, "No need to be hiding out here. If there's anything to be concerned about, I'd let you know." He motioned his head towards the camp. "Why don't you go make yourself useful instead of lurking on the edges?" He stood quietly, taller than most humans, but much taller than the deep gnome, somehow looking solid without feeling threatening. The murmur of talking amongst the others reached them, though it was hard to make out specific words. The scent of the cooking, despite being faint, smelled wonderful, and the chill of the night made the fire suddenly seem more attractive.

Created a pinned map thread for the most current map. I expect some amount of time bouncing around when we are dealing with a social scene that involves all of you. Basil can respond without any worries.