Angelique
Jeri was quite as he observed but that was only because he was getting light headed and woozy watching. His breathing was kind of deep and he felt his face get flush. He began to sweat a bit as he spoke "I think... I need to lay down..." With that Jeri began to stumble away before removing his mask and throwing up again
Margaret
*Fey steps back to take a few more deep breaths, then steps back in. Her face is a funny color, but she takes a vial from her belt — similarly to that sack of Kro's, this belt leaves no lumps or signs of having contents.*
"Well, um, I guess I should ... Try to get some of those ... Fluids you mentioned. Might use it for alchemy, or sell it, like you ..." *She gulps*, "Like you said."
*With his permission, she'd try to harvest some of the ... The stuff! Yes, that's how she'd try to think of it.*
*Sally would be very glad she's asleep, right about now. Turns over and snores in Fey's head, to the point where Fey's wondering if she's faking it.*
Robert
He thanks the dwarves and helps the two scouts walk away. "Here rub this on your hands and breathe it in, some nice minty smell will help ya. Miss Mari, I'll help you to process that vial, otherwise, it will spoil in 7 to 10 days. You two did well. I'll take care of the other and the worgs on my own. Thank you, thank you very much for your time and effort."
Angelique
Lucile flies over and lands on Jeri's shoulder nudging him to provide comfort. He takes the substance from kro and does as he's instructed. It does help ease his stomach but it's probably empty now. 

"Tha... Thanks kro... I'll I'll get better.. Next time... For sure..." As he continues to stagger he stops "Actually... Can you tell rawn I'm not well and can provide his report later or if able possibly tomorrow morning?" 

Lucile pecks at his lightly coos in his ear as he walks away he calls back stumbling like a drunkard. "And fey yes... Fey if possible can we talk tomorrow morning... Or later tonight if I feel well .." 

If left to continue stumbling away Jeri would eventually make it to his resting place where he would lay down. Lucile would continue mingling about from above with intentions to fill Jeri in on anything missed.
Margaret
*Fey looks after Jeri,* "Um, sure, let me know!" *She's not sure what Jeri'd have to talk about, with her — Sally didn't tell her about the nightmares, and while she wondered how the heck she'd woken up in a different place, she knew Sally sometimes sleepwalked her around. She thought it was weird, but being weird herself, she thought it amusint.*
*She looks back to Kro, rubbing the stuff on her hands, sniffing it deeply,* "Ahhh... Thanks! Oh yeah, reports... I thought we should report to Ulrick, but I'd be happy to report to Lord Rawn, too! If he's not too busy."
Robert
"You two do what you need to do." He heads off to do additional harvesting. 'Well harvesting is a good skill but getting them used to the smells and sights of combat should help them later on. Don't need them fainting when guts go flying if we ever get to that point in a fight.'

His request for the flute quickly devolved into bickering when Keladan said his mount was worth ten magical do-hickories. Honestly the nerve! See he was a tradesmen in enchanted wares, so he claimed to know this stuff through and through. A burly dwarf had to step in and push an empty wooden bowl for stew into Kel's hands. The force knocking the wind from him with a wheeze. 

 He trundled off muttering elvish complaints, *Angharradh* About that beastly tailed woman and the crude round ears with comically large beards.. Back where he was from saying one had a dwarf beard was the worst kind of insult, and it was curious to the elf to watch the people coming and going as he waited in line for his stew... The beards, he had to admit were not grotesque..? He'd never been around this many dwarves and he decided that it was *Humans* That were grotesque. These dwarf people seemed crude, but if you look closely enough they are a proud people who seem to put much love into their work and beards.. Although he still couldn't get over the woman he'd saw with a beard... 
 The group of scouts, including the ranger passed by, the ranger looked determined and the other two ehh.. Of course keladan followed. He popped around the corner to give Roxanne the rest of his bowl of stew and made for the direction he'd seen them go. He turned around a corner and they were right there, above a big smelling troll carcass. He recognized that headless body. 

 He scrambled back and went roundabouts to climb to the top of the wagon. He didn't know why but he felt awkward and not like intruding. Once they had finished their business. One sick and the other looking put upon. The ranger wiped his hands of the goop and Keladan dropped back to the ground lightly. A dwarf had been eyeing him cautiously the entire time...
"Sorry, Hi." He waved awkwardly and went after Krono, since he couldn't trade til the morning he might as well get some answers.

He gets to work on the second troll to vent out some frustration. The cuts he makes aren't as graceful as when he was showing the scouts how to do it. Instead of putting the knife on the side as he works, he stabs it into the troll. The Dwarves that had started to drag the troll, pretend to look away. He's far too focused on quietly raging, he doesn't notice how the dwarves are reacting or anything else around him.

The boy looked somewhat peeved, slashing mercilessly at that poor troll. Keladan cleared his throat and was astounded when he didn't get a semblance of a response. He did it again and still nothing, quite the skill to focus like that. 
 He tapped the ranger on the shoulder and stepped back. Making sure he was out of range of the violent end of that dagger.

"This is quite the small world, is it not?"

Jolting a bit he turns around. Some tiers in his face. He pretends to wipe the sweat from his face. In a bit of a shy tone "Yes. It seems that way." He turns around and wipes his knife over and over just fiddling with it.

The elf was looking down on Kro and didn't like this one bit, he took a step forward and crouched down to be at his level. Meeting his eyes. 
"Are you made upset because of my being here? Did they... Uh, you know? *Vah Nylendrithyl*" 
 He didn't want to say the word ranger in case it was a touchy subject.. Keladan felt genuinely guilt about possibly being the reason this elf lost his what.. Apprenticeship? But he also needed information, he couldn't tell head from tail around these round ears.. And he couldn't trust the 'tiefling' to answer his questions.

"The rangers where, lets say purified. Some were removed and the ideals on protection and balance reinstated. I left service honorably."

Taking a moment. "Are." Takes a deep breath. "I'm glad this time I was able to do something for you. You can use one of several wagons to rest." He starts to wrap things up slowly.

Kel nodded and stood up, he was confused but glad. Even more so confused and curious as to why the lad had seemed to have tears in his eyes both times they spoke. 
"Thanks... For uh saving me and things.." He turned to walk away to go back to Rox. 
"I guess I'll be on my way in the morning but, may the stars shine brightly through your eyes til next we meet."
He wondered why this caravan had just so luckily been passing by to save his falling stars, and shrugged heading back to go find a good tree to set up with blankets and fall asleep in.
Regina
Rawn noted that the new comer and the merchant must be acquainted at the very least. 
He left them alone for now. He'd get a chance in the morning to talk with the turtle rider. 
All in all, this had been an interesting day. Two worgs, and two trolls. And a giant tortoise with an elven rider.

Shaking his head at it all, he grabbed some food, and went and found Bik, Bek, and Ulfrig eating and discussing the day.
"Well lads, let me in on this convo. What a day huh?"

The 4 would continue to talk for some time.
Robert
Later on as the camp quieted down. He made some linden tea and poured it into two large flagons, that all you get when dwarves are in charge. He headed out to talk to the pink wanderer. As he got close he called out "May, I join you two?"
Angelique
Jeri had no issue falling asleep and he slept deeply the rest of the evening. At one point shortly after nightfall his was awaken by his roaring stomach he quickly fed himself with food and drink and then returned to bed avoiding confrontation with anyone and he was able to sleep the rest of the night.

The evening scouts returned to Ulfrig and reported that they did not find anything nearby from the trolls however it was noted that the trolls did chase the turtle for some time so it may just be that their location is a bit further into the mountains. With that it was important to stay alert especially in regards to that estimated direction. 

Lucile flew around the encampment for another night and could be seen making special guest appearances around the crowds for a few moments but never lingered to long. No signs of trouble were noted by the night guard and so it was another peaceful night. 

When the morning came Jeri opened his eyes to find Lucile seated next to him watching him sleep. "Caw?"
"Yes, Lucile we do have to go feed the horse however that is not its name..." He smirked feeling refreshed and truthfully enjoyed the banter. He made sure to feed himself after his war horse. As he ate he saw Belk, the another scout member of his team, who remembered Jeri's barfing from the day before. After getting through the teasing and rolling with the punches Jeri asked if he would be willing to accompany him when providing his scouting report.

The two were able to be seen whispering and at one point Belk seemed to be shocked. "Purposely?" He said loudly and was quickly hushed by Jeri and lucile. "I'm not sure Belk you were there too thats why i would like you to come to report with me."

Belk agreed walked along with Jeri as they suspiciously looked about the camp. 

"Scout Master Ulfrig. I wish to provide you with my report. If now is a good time.. And perhaps it can be done... In private with Belk?"
Margaret
*Fey would have tried to give her brief report to Ulfrig the night before, but if people were too busy, or if he wanted more detail, she could wait till morning. She purposefully tried to keep it brief, as if she went longer, it'd turn into 'an epic tale of derring-do', and she'd be too tempted to embellish!*
*Sally would have said,* 'this isn't a tavern with a bard spinning yarns, this is an official report. Be at least ... Well, at least a *Little* Official*.'

*Overnight, if Fey got a turn on patrol, ... She almost thought she saw something! She'd hare off to check it out, ... But, she didn't find it. She'll add that to her report in the morning.*

*In the morning, she would have reported to whomever has the supplies, to try to get new, non-battle-torn pants and boots, then make another round or two around the camp for supplies, for chatting with (and maybe up) the various dwarves, and pass by Ulfrig to see if he wanted any more info about yesterday. She'd keep her eyes and ears open for the 'hot gossip' from the dwarves and other peeps, to see what everybody's thinking of the goings-ons, sometimes joining in the convo, sometimes just 'lurking' nearby so that her presence doesn't color the convo.*
*Unless Ulfrig had anything especially interesting that she needed to tend to right away before the caravan rolled on, she'd then spend some extra time befriending her horse and working on commands and stuff, then move onward to hang out with* **Lord Rawntha**
"Good morning, m'lord! Do you want to know any more about yesterday I'll try to keep it nice and 'official' and not any sort of epic yarn-spinning" *She'll say brightly*
Robert
Having been up early, as an Elf does, he came from the direction of the kitchen supply wagons with some coffee and ale jars. Sitting by Rawntha and now Miss Mari he placed down the drinks. "Miss Mari. How was your night? Did you rest well and is your leg doing better?"
Margaret
*Fey nods to Kro* "Yes, sir! How are you? That worg was rough on you, too? Do you need any more tending to? *She eyes the coffee, tummy rumbles* "Ugh, I fed the horse, forgot to feed me... I better hit the food before we move on, huh?
*She holds out her leg, showing she replaced the torn up items. Of course, who knows how well they fit — would dwarf supplies fit her? Haha* 
"Replaced the torn up stuff! How do I look in dwarven fashion? But yes, just wanted to check in with Lord Rawntha, make sure my reports were thorough enough, or if he had any more questions for me." *She'll bring up her flute and twiddle around, idly, a bit, but softly, eyes still on Kro and Rawn, so they knew she was, indeed, still paying attention.*