Tyrael waited for Hailie to join her before heading off into the woods.  She started to gather up some bits of firewood and stuff to use as tinder, glancing around her for any tracks or signs of local wild life.  She'd also look over at Hailie, studying the other woman to try and get a sense of how she was doing.

"So." Tyri started, really not liking the quiet between the two of them.  "I know that I'm not one of your close companions, like Dream or Sam, but if you are ever looking for an ear to bend...I have two of them."  She chuckled awkwardly, hoping to lighten the mood but probably failing.  "I don't have a lot of details about what happened, and don't worry I'm not going to pry because I'm sure that it's all personal and such, but I've been through my share of folks disappearing or getting kil...injured.  I might not know what you are going through but maybe I can relate in a way and..."

Tyrael growled in frustration and banged one of the branches that she had just picked up against a tree.  She should be better at this sort of thing but at this moment every word felt like she was balancing on the edge of a trap.  The wrong word could worsen Hailies mood, and Tyrael really had little to go on about what was bothering the woman.  If this was something Sam did, Tyrael was going to have words with the Rogue when he got back.

Oddly everything seems quiet. Some bits of wood were found but rather cold and wet. Some were found in a downed log and probably can be used for a firepit. The tortle doesn't see anything out of place or odd. There is no sign of Sam either. If he is messing around after what occur a few nights back, its not funny. There is no sign of the kidnapper either. BEtween the entire group a decent area is made up. The horses are able to find some nutrition and seem at ease. Its quiet and calm and darkness comes down from above blanketing the land. The fire is nice.

Tyrael sat by the fire, running a sharpening stone up and down the blade of her Greatsword.  The blade was already sharp but the act of running the stone along the edge was here way of polishing and caring for her equipment.  After all, her survival and the survival of her companions relied upon the Half-Elf having blades in hand so it was her duty to make sure that said blades were taken care of.

"It's nice that we're all back together...mostly."  Tyrael said, speaking to the assembled group.  She lifted the heavy blade to examine the cutting edge in the fire light.  "Anyone know any good camp songs?"

Nulgaz gave her tusky grin and attempted to sing. "Oh my dear brother, dear brother, dear brother. Oooh my dear brother ev’rythings gone."

Sh looked at the faces and took a deep breath before continuing. "Sausage gone, egg is gone, toast is gone, cheese is gone. Oooh, my dear brother ev’rythings gone."

She sang the chorus hoping others would join in. She led into the second verse, "Night is gone, wind is gone, snow is gone, cold is gone. Oooh my dear brother ev’rythings gone."

Nulgaz joyful sang through the chorus again before ending with the final verse. "Miles are done, days are done, all our long travel done. Oooh dear brother ev’rythings done."

08:15, Today: Nulgaz Fallen Ash rolled 18 using 1d20+2 ((16)).

“I appreciate it, Tyreal,” Halie said softly as they continued their search for usable wood. She didn’t really speak much but it wasn’t because it was Tyreal with her and more to do with her trying to process everything that she had been through and what Sam had done for her and the others. It hurt to think that he could still be out there alive...injured...mortally wounded and dying alone. She let out a heavy sigh in an attempt to keep her thoughts from spiraling. He made his choice and she could only hope he found his way back to them...but she also had to accept the fact that he might not...ever.

They made their way back to camp with their finds, Halie seemingly more subdued if anything. After unloading her armload, Halie moved to care for Peto, lovingly brushing him down and ensuring that he was comfortable before taking the cubling from Dream’s care smiling warmly at the little beast. “Thank you, Dream.” She found a spot near the cleric (unless he showed any signs of discomfort) and settled, watching the fire as she scratched behind the bear's ears.

The camp is quite and, for the moment, peaceful. Dreamljocht takes the time to enjoy the small pleasures of safety, warmth and the companionship of his friends. When Halie takes the cubling back from him, he smiles: "My pleasure Halie" and when Halie with the cub settles besides him, he covers him with his cloack to give addional shelter. "You like some hot broth or tea?", he asks her.

Gordo keeps on standing watch and lightly patrolling around the camp area. If anyone looks, they can see he moves his head to the rhythm of Nulgaz's singing, seeming to remember a song with a similar tune, perhaps even the same one. He snaps his beak lightly every now and then with the song's rhythm.

Tyrael, angling her long blade to check its edge, nodded her head along with Nulgazs song.  A smile formed as the cleric sang on.  Unfortunately, there was not enough alcohol present to make the Half-Elfs rough voice sound as pleasant as the Half-Orcs, so Tyrael just hummed along as best as she could.

"You've got a nice voice, Nuls.  For some reason that song is making me hungry."

Nulgaz gave a light hearted laugh. "That is because everything is gone. But yeah now I was some sausages and beer and maybe some fermented cabbage." She looked at her dry ration with a disapproving smirk. At least she had an advantage the others did not. Using her tusks she gnawed at the food whose best quality was it could be called food.

Looking to the group at large she asked, "So, what is the plan for tomorrow?"

The area seems nice and calm. For now. The tortle looks around, doing his rounds as the wizard does her rhyme and her song. Everything seems peaceful. Haile continues to scratch the bear who falls asleep. The goggles on her head drop down over he eyes. The horses are feed and are asleep standing up. The night sky looms above.
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She gave a nod to Dream along with a soft smile as he placed his cloak around the cubling. “Some hot broth will do nicely,” she said as she pulled her gaze from the fire to regard the cleric and then the others. It was an odd little group to be sure...but somehow, they all were looking out for each other...even Gordo provided her aid when he didn’t even know her. With everyone relaxing and enjoying the company provided, Halie let her thoughts drift...until the goggles came down which shook her from the reverie. She blinked and adjusted them slightly, looking through the lenses for a moment. Should nothing show with the lenses’ aid, she will shift them back up to perch upon her head where they had been initially.

"The plan for tomorrow?"  Satisfied with the edge of her Greatsword, Tyrael looked over at the Half-Orc.  "Why, we're going to do the same thing that we did today.  Search the land for a lost city."

The Greatsword slid into its scabbard and Tyrael pulled out her dark bladed longsword.  This weapon she began to scrutinize in the firelight.  "Well, we didn't do too much of that today but tomorrow might yield a clue or sighting."

OOC:
Tyrael Mournstrider rolled 16 for Perception

While listening to the song and looking after Halie, Dreamljochts seems content to sit. But his senses were sharp to pick up anything unusual, as he has the feeling their ordeal is not over now.

OOC:
Dreamljocht rolled 27 using 1d20+8 ((19)).

Nulgaz was mostly lost in relaxing and trying to get the day’s travel behind her. She was far from paying attention beyond, hoping her Alarm or the Tiny Hut would help one way or another. Plus, wasn’t that what the others were for? She had indeed made herself hungry with the song but that will be her reward at the end of all this. A proper feast at a public house, all the foods and drinks. She pondered all the possibilities as she looked up and listened to conversation.

Nulgaz Fallen Ash rolled 6 using 1d20.  Perception check.

Gordo kept on patrolling, also feeling like he would appreciate a bite of food later.

Gordo Vet rolled 22.  Perception.

Nothing occurs when Haile tries to use the goggles. But then something comes out of the woods. Bloodied, tired and freezing Sam goes over to the ranger. And kisses her. Not holding it back. And then he collapses in front of her. What Dream and Gordo noticed was the direction-southeast. Hard to tell what is in it but probably where the last time the group saw the kidnapper. Its hard to tell how bad Sam is hurt. Or if the blood is his.

Tyrael looked up from sharpening her sword when Sam walked into the camp.  She was tempted to say something sarcastic but decided that it would be best if she didn't.  Hailie needed his presence, if only to drive away and wondering thoughts that may have included his demise.

She was on her feet a heartbeat after the rogue collapsed.  A few quick steps and she was by his side.  While not a healer in any sense of the word, she had experience with battle wounds, and Sam had obviously run into something, or someone, or maybe it had been from their previous encounter.  In any case, she knelt by him and checked him over.  The light from the fire was not making things clear and the rogues bloody clothing was not helping either.

"Gorum wept." The Fighter complained, not able to make heads or tails of what was going on with Sam.  "Dream, need you here."

OOC:
 Tyrael Mournstrider rolled 3 for her Heal check

Gordo runs quickly and joins Ty, his ioun torch providing some light in addition to the campfire. Not really knowing what to do with Sam's condition, but knowing that Dream probably would, he leaves the treatment to him and watches intently in all directions, with special focus on the direction from which Sam came, being ready to charge at any enemy that might appear.

Gordo Vet rolled 26.  Perception.

Tyrael beats Dreamljocht to Sam, but when he reaches Sam, he gently brushes Tyrael to the side. He takes his time to examine Sam, washing blood from his face and hands, to look for any wounds. He lets Sam stay with Halie, as it gives both of them some much needed peace of their minds.
When he finds wounds, he tends to them and casts spells if necessary.
The only things he says to Sam, or asks him, are about his physical or mental condition: all explanation has to wait, and will come (if any) when Sam deems it time.

Today: Dreamljocht rolled 33 using 1d20+15. Heal.
Dreamljocht casts CLW, CMW or Lesser Restoration when necessary.
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Nulgaz had no clue what was going on but she saw the others spring into action. As the other left she stayed with the bear and the wagon. She kept humming tunes as she drew her falchion and tried to stay alert.

Dream pushed Tyrael out of his way, so the fighter took several steps back to give him room.  He was the expert anyways.

The Half-Elf strode to where her shield and sword lay and picked them up.  She might be all thumbs when it came to healing but she could keep watch over her companions should Sam have brought trouble back with him.

"Oh yeah, Nuls, that's Sam."  Tyrael said by way of introducing the two.  "Might have to wait a bit for proper introductions though."

She frowned as the goggles did nothing and pushed them back up onto the top of her head. With a sigh she was about to lay down when suddenly Sam made his appearance. Her eyes widened at his state but any words were cut off as he kissed her hard. A gasp escaped her lips when his parted from hers only for him to collapse. “Shit,” she muttered, shifting the bear cub aside as she got up to her knees to look Sam over. Similar to Tyrael, Halie had no experience with healing but knew how to tend to wounds. Even with Dream coming over, she moved to help him, trying her best to check him over and…if his clothing was soaked, she would at least remove his shirt and take her blanket to wrap around him in an attempt to warm him. "What the hell...I thought you...were dead..." she whispered, fighting back the tears that threatened to come.

Some of the wounds are scratches and brused. And some looks like its someone elses blood. Sam just lies there, unconscious but stable with Dream's aid. His breathing seems better and it looks like he has a wound on his back-probably a arrow snapped off. It can be easily removed and bandaged up since Sam can't really fight back. Least he's alive but what has he gone through? Same as Haile. Even after the a few hours, Sam doesn't wake up. Probably exhausted. Night looms......

Nulgaz tried to stay out of the hair of the others. She understood the concept of medicine but there was nothing she could do to help the physical, mental, and emotional healing that had to happen. She awaited a quiet moment before she finally asked if she should put up the shell and alarm again and if they were staying the night.

Dreamljocht removes the arrowhead from Sam's back. He tends the wound, casts a healing spell, and covers the still sore spot with some bandage in case of.
He covers both Sam and Halie together with his cloack to give them more warmth and protection.
When Nulgaz asks about the safety shell and alarm, Dreamljocht agrees immediately. They all can use all rest and recuperation they could get.