Clyde
*The Moth is sat beside a campfire. A steel tool in hand slowly chipping away at a stone. He's relaxed but chilly occasionally taking a break to bring his hands closer to the fire despite flinching whenever a ember cracks due to him being a walking box of tinder.*
Janine
*The trek back from Miller Dale was mostly uneventful - since she had broken off from the caravan group she had been traveling with. Yet the roads had been kind, and though the air had a slight chill, it certainly felt like summertime.*

*Tempest was flying about the trees, keeping within eyesight of Nimue as the wagon rolled along the roads. The owlet had grown in confidence, going a tad farther each day and even daring to go higher.*

"We'll have to share your progress with everyone, I'm sure Gran Gran will have your favorite meal made" *She called, to which the owlet hooted loudly in delight.*
Clyde
*The Moth can't really see the owl but he can hear it, along with the faint voice of a distant person. This makes him anxious. Are they a friend? Or is someone gonna try and rob him? He's likely just on edge. But still, gnawing thoughts for the anxious moth.*

*He checks where his sword is that all his supplies are squared away and that he's ready to run should he need to.*
Janine
*Wherever the camp was, Nimue likely wouldn't have noticed it while along the roads - though the woods provided some cover. Even though her wagon was properly locked up, one still might have caught the faint smell of her various potions and tonics inside - business in Miller Dale had gone well and she even picked up a few extra things for a few locals back in Aismir.*

*Tempest would do another fly around, before coming back to perch herself upon Nimue's shoulder, of which earned her a remark from the woman* "I think you've even gotten a tad heavier Temmy, pehraps you're finally putting some extra weight unless thats all just feathers?"

*This got the owlet huffing as she nibbled at one of Nimue's braids, of which only made the woman chuckle.*
Clyde
*Pavan does indeed catch the scent, his long antennae aren't for show, he can smell it quite clearly and it immediately gets his interest. Just a question does his interest in honey beat his apprehension of unknown people.*

*Pavan slowly gets up from where he was seated and slowly creeps towards the woodline near the road and looks down the path.*
Janine
*Nimue would decide to bring the wagon to a stop in a small clearing with some cover just off the road itself - it was time for a break as she slipped off the wagon and brought out two buckets that were filled with a mixture of oats, hay, and dried apples pieces. She'd give the contents a mix with her hands before bringing them over to Tanja & Ragna.*

"Alright you two, get your fill in... Now Temmy mind having a fly around and see if there is a stream nearby? It would be good to top off our water before we press on."

*The owlet would huff itself up, hooting before she leapt off Nimue's shoulder and fly off to look for a likely water source. Nimue would return to checking things inside the wagon to ensure nothing had toppled over during the trip.*
Clyde
*There's a campfire near the stream that isn't too far off, identified by the willow trees. There's a small tent setup as well. But not a single person to be found.*

*The **Bright white** Moth is trying to approach without being seen because he's curious, but that's not going to work very well.*
Hannah
*She would find the stream easily, but the notice of the campsite alerted the owlet quickly as she swung back around. Hissing loudly as she made her way back towards the wagon.*

__*"Nim Nim! Something else is nearby, I saw a camp!!"*__ *Cried the owlet as she reached the wagon, her eyes then spotted what looked like a moving cloud pile coming towards the wagon. She'd scream loudly, not fully on edge of which got the horses stirred up.*
Janine
*Nimue would hear Tempest loud and clear, but would hurry to try and get the horses to calm down, before she whistled for Tempest to come back down.*

"Alright now easy you two... Tempest cool yourself down" *Nimue remarked, watching as the owlet flew high around where the bright white object finally caught her notice. At first she thought her eyes were playing tricks, but it wasn't a white cloud... But someone wearing a lot of white on themselves.*

"State your purpose stranger! You don't blend in very well with all the green and browns around us!" *She remarked, loud and clear.*
Clyde
*The moth was startled by the owlet alone, but the person speaking to them too. The Moth lets off a solitary squeak similar to the sound a death's head hawk moth makes and stares startled for a moment, firstly because he just made that sound and he hates doing it. Second he's trying to figure out what just happened and lastly figuring out if he's in danger or not.*

"I was curious- I smelt honey." The Moth comments their antennae are folded back curling against their head to keep them safe just incase, and also because it shows he's nervous. He is deeply questioning his life choices at this point.
Janine
*Nimue was caught off guard by the sudden squeak made by the stranger, with just one look she could tell that he wasn't from these parts. If she had to guess, perhaps this one was from the Lilac Forest to the south.*

*Tempest would come flying on back over to Nimue, landing on her shoulder while giving a glaring look at Pavan himself.*

"Well odd way of going on about it, ye likely smelled my honey brew in the wagon... Given your bug appearance..." *She'd give him a look over* "I assume you must enjoy sweet things? I've got extra if you're looking to buy or trade."

*He seemed harmless for the most part, thus Nimue decided to give him a chance.*
Clyde
*The Moth's antennae perk right up and he steps out from behind the tree he was partially hidden behind. Seems that got his attention.*
"I do indeed like sweet things my species lives off sugar. For the most part-" Pavan replies staring at Nimue carefully, still a hit apprehensive. But, he has his sword on his hip so he feels rather confident that if he ends up at risk he can at least convince them they're better off looking for someone else.

"What kind of brew?" Pavan asks curiously.

*The moth is definitely not thinking of mead. Not a chance that he's thinking of the honey based alcoholic drink.*
Janine
*She'd motion him to follow as she turned to walk back to her wagon, though Tempest was keeping both eyes upon him* "I call it Honey Aroma, its not as thick as normal honey is as I mixed it with spring water and a few natural flowers. Though better to have it with fruit or even bread..." 

*Tempest would fly on top of the wagon, while Nimue stepped inside to pick out one of the Honey Aroma bottles* "Though I wouldn't just drink it on its own, I crafted it to be slathered against things. Can be a good lure for it you're hunting or wanting to avoid certain animals..." *She'd remark, stepping back out of the wagon with the small bottle in hand.*
Clyde
*The Moth tilts his head, he's not really sure of what he should say. Because mention of it not being meant to be eaten on it's own makes. So what would he really even use it for? Because he needs to eat sugary stuff, is it even food? Or is it just a seasoning?*

"Is it... Actually a food item, or is it just a flavoring?" The moth asks curiously.
Janine
"Aye, one could eat it on its own - though I personally prefer to have it with other foods myself. Local wildlife is likely to just enjoy it on its own" *She hold out the bottle for him. Likely for him to take and decide for himself.*

"Ye are welcome to have a taste and smell of it - better to try it before deciding if you would care for more."