Before heading off in search of the herb that we need, Ezren wants to know as much about it and the area where it is found as possible; what it looks like, and what sort of dangers may exist in the woodlands.

Rumor has it that there is a drunken dwarf in town boasting of his readiness for adventure. I think I'll seek him out.

I'm trying to listen discreetly to a few side conversations to learn something useful about Darkmoon Vale.

dbeman previously rolled 1d20+7 = (4) + 7 = 11 (Perception check)

Okay, you pick up bits and pieces but its hard to get a full grasp on any sorts of truths. Some rumors, however, are that the Lumber Consortium has turned a blind eye to the problems of Falcon's Hollow. They live mainly in the lumber camps where the affliction hasn't quite reached. The Vale itself is ancient - and slowly being depleted as the desire for more and more lumber increases. The consumption will, eventually, reduce the forest significantly. Few venture into the forest - mostly the lumberjacks work around the periphery and push back the borders of the woods.

Excellent. You go out over several days and talk to the townsfolk and try to gather together as much information as you can. Please give me a Diplomacy Check (roll a d20 and add your Diplomacy Check... which for you is -1).

Mulligans previously rolled 1d20-1 = (9) - 1 = 8 (Diplomacy Check)

Damn but that dwarf can drink. I guess I'll head over to Laurel's and pick something up to put in his drink and perhaps hasten his departure. Chances are he'll still be here when I get back.

As I walk in I see Laurel. I pray silently for the lives of these innocents and wait patiently until she is done with the frail man tha she is rendering aid to. I then ask what she needs me to do today.

Are you looking to pass him out or sober him up?

I'm hoping to discreetly get him out of the tavern to have a word with him away from prying ears. Perhaps he may do so if he's feeling ill?

The smell of burnt earth and spicy incense chokes the air of the cramped, mud-tracked shop. Bunches of dried herbs hang from the ceiling, along with dangling pots, presses, alchemical apparatuses, and glassware of more arcane purposes. Pouches of rare plants, jars of colored glass, and all manner of dried, preserved, and jellied animal parts fill high shelves and tables doing double duty as displays and workspaces. In the shop’s rear, a rail-thin woman with severe-looking spectacles and hair pulled back tightly busies herself between an over-packed rack of herbs, a table covered in stray powders and measuring equipment, and a pot loudly bubbling over with thick gray froth. Over the din of her work and without looking up to even see who it is, the woman impatiently shouts, “And what’s your problem?”

As a rogue you can assume that you have a few small concoctions already (you are, after all, a regular at Roots & Remedies). You mix up a little something that causes Gruff to feel a bit less stable and a bit more claustrophobic in the crowded tavern.

However, we'll wait for Gruff to decide if and when he leaves the Tavern as I don't want to force a PC into action.

"Laurel, Its me...Kyra. I'm back to assist as I can. My healing skills are not as developed as yours but such as it is, is still at your disposal. What do you need?"

I really want to remind her to sleep, but she about threw me out last time I suggested such.