Kaerri's Man. =)
Stewart waves off Oreleth's apology as being no matter to a gentleman like him. But his eyebrows do raise when she mentions a chalice. "A chalice? With beauty and value? Is that all?" He thrusts his chin toward the Wayward Wagon's only door. "There are decent number of such vessels in the kitchen. Crystal! Steel! Darkwood! None are enchanted as far as I am aware, but value and beauty defines much of what Bilal the Rich was after before you did Sharseya a favor and rid us all of he and his dastardly deeds."My apologies, master Stewart. I did not mean to disturb or startle you. I just was enjoying the sights enough that I didn't wish to break the spell with unneeded speech." Oreleth smiles at the old man as she shifts in the bench. "But however much I would enjoy sitting here with you for a time, there is something I did come out here to ask you. We are in need of finding a chalice, one that is quite remarkable in its beauty and value as a gift to someone that might be able to help out our kobold passengers find a new home. Is there something like that in the Wagon somewhere that you know of?"
"I do have a request of my own. Could we land sometime within the hour, please?" He indicates the mighty jade hippogriffs. "Leading these four kingly winged treasures on is more fun than I deserve, but I tire from the effort. Having no destination and not knowing these parts, I am hesitant to set down without your assistance."
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Oscar has his tiny black nose buried between pages of a book twice his size as he answers. "There are parts in Shandra's Evergreen avoided by even the most intrepid of forest denizens. Some parts hold dens containing death, others hold natural mysteries, while yet others hold secrets. One such latter part is a great patch of territory the Highwind Rangers have dubbed... Goliath's Wreath. It is called such because this stretch of woods is surrounded by a great circle of seemingly-permanent fog that shrouds and protects it by day and night. To house a tribe of kobolds is your goal, yes? Goliath's Wreath is certainly large enough to provide dwelling for hundreds of those small folk."If you're asking how we can track her down, I wouldn't know," Alisa replied apologetically. "Whether by my goddess or other sources, I've never exactly been given any reason to try. All I know is that once, while I was resting in the Evergreen, I heard someone laughing and swearing foul oaths in what I suspect to be Druidic. And I can't think of anyone but our Mary who would use that language in such a vulgar manner."
"But unless I should hear such a thing again, I would imagine we'd have little choice but to wait for her to approach us," she continued on, laying out her thoughts on the matter. "What is it you would seek to gain from a meeting with her anyway?"
Oscar ceases his reading and sits back, heavy in thought. "However... Goliath's Wreath contains a secret it is said not even the Druids of the Green Circle know, for at the Wreath's only entrance lies a grove where a lone old woman dwells. Tis Miss Mary Madberry herself and she allows none to gain entry into Goliath's Wreath.
"As for the use of the drinking vessel, I see here that I must amend my previous statement. When I said the cup is 'preferably crafted of some material meant to ward off evil,' I should instead inform you that the cup must be crafted of some material meant to ward off evil." Oscar nods at all of you with great confidence. "You are not only adventurers, but highly-skilled adventurers. It only appears natural to me that you will find precisely what Miss Mary Madberry requires in order for you to gain entry to Goliath's Wreath where many have utterly failed and fallen before, Hill Giants included. That is the entirety of the third practical option I place before you.
"Which of my three plans do you like the most? Or do you have a fourth?"