Sharon
[Generic "Time Passes" Gimmick]

After finishing a sidequest or 3, the caravan was getting ready to move out again.

The giants had finished their work on the snowpack and getting the water levels back where they belonged. If all continued as they had planned, it would be a good water year for crops in the valley below. 
In one way, Rawn and crew would be able to say that they had helped. Not really, but they had been there.

Unfortunately for the caravan, Jeriscal and Lucile had vanished. They left no trace of which direction they had gone. Though Rawn suspected that wayward knight had convinced them to head off on a fools errand. He was sad to have lost such a valuable scouting team, and what he had hoped were friends. But, the two were under no compulsion to stay.

Fey had also wandered off. But they were able to follow her very faint tracks to the woods. But of course, no dwarf was going to be able to track an elf in the woods without hounds of some sort.
Rawn was relieved to find a note from her. Unfortunately it just said, "Be back soon, MF."

Kro opted to stay with the giants for a while longer. That too was a blow to the dwarf. He had become quite fond of the merchant, and was going to miss his conversations and skills.

He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples.
This expedition was definitely not going as smoothly as he had hoped. 

He really just wanted to head off trail, due north. They could get to the valley on foot in 2 days, and be to the foot of the Northern range in 2 days after that.

But... They had the ponies and carts. So now they had to either follow the trail, which would take 7 days to get off the mountains, or risk getting stuck off the trail. 

He sighed.
Well, there was nothing to do but burn the 7 days. 

He set Bek and Bik in charge of the carts, and joined the scouts himself. He didn't want the packed road under his feet any longer. For the next 7 days, he was going to spend as much time in the forest, exploring... Er, scouting.
Rosalie
*Just as Rawn is standing there, pondering the path before him as he prepares to 'roll out'... Who finally stumbles out of the foliage nearby... It's Fey!*

*Looking **Much** The worse for wear... Her clothes are a mess, her hair is more tousled than usual to the point of dishevelment, and ... She looks **Totally blitzed**, waving a strange-looking bottle around. *
"High Lord Rawn! Hi, Lord Rawn! Holy sh||-ingles||, it was **That** Kind of party! Mashed potatoes, **Woo!!!**" *... And proceeds to pass out and fall face first on the road at his feet, bottle still clutched in her hand ... Fortunately stoppered, so it doesn't spilled.*
Jose
*The flute speaks up, ever at Fey's hip in the scabbard*

"Pfft, hope she didn't hit her nose too hard there ... The dumbass. Anyway, how long were we in there? It felt like months and months! ... But, you all are still here, so it couldn't have been that long... I'm so ... Disoriented. But, I finally was able to convince Fey to come back, and them to let us out. They even thanked us with this bottle, they said something strange about some stones ahead, and a dance to do when we get there. Ask Fey once she ... Wakes up... Eventually."
Joshua
Keladan feared he was beginning to become less of an elf. These days in the caravan it seemed he remained the sole bearer of elegance and beauty among his party. *It was a large burden to bear..* 
 The dwarves of course had eventually warmed up to his peculiar ways. The occasional explosion and warping of reality was useful for breaking up the monotony that the group had fallen in to. 
 Though they still hadn't come around to the idea of letting him enchant their belongings.

 There was good gold in that.. *He just knew.* Only dwarves are a stubborn sort and for some reason either don't see the use of or want the power that he could provide.. Keladan also had the tiniest inkling of an idea that if he could earn enough favor with this bunch..

That maybe the high lord could provide priceless assistance with construction of a mechanism.. A ship to be precise . *One that could conquer the skies.*


 The enchanter sighed. His pink hair dangling, draped over the side of a wooden rim to a magically enlarged soup bowl. Steam curled up about him into the chill air. He had never been a fan of the cold, and these baths did more than just help maintain his *Elegant* Appearance. If not for them he might freeze into a solid elvish statue.. 
 He began to clamber and raise himself out of the big wooden bowl with an arm on each side. 
*That was enough daydreaming for now.* 

 Keladan's feet touched the ground, and hot water dripped from him. Turning cold fast. He disengaged the enchantment and the parchment stuck to its side went trailing down.Along with the bowl and its contents. The hot stones used to heat the water turned to pebbles once again inside.. One would think they wouldn't be affected in the original enchanting.. He shrugged.

He would go to chisel away at Bek.. Slowly convincing him about the wonders of enchantment.
Sharon
Rawntha smirked as he slowly shook his head at the passed out Fey.

"It hasn't been more than a couple days Sally." He said to the flute. "Sounds like there's a story to be told here. But It looks like it'll have to wait."

He bent down and picked up the passed out elf and carried her over to one of the carts. 
Blankets and a pillow were brought and tucked her into the makeshift bed.
Casandra
"Aye Master Keladan, believe me, I understand what you're getting at... But what happens when the enchantment fails or wears off? If my axe handle breaks, I can always fix it. If my blade breaks, I can reforge it. I can't fix a broken magical doohickey." The dwarf said as sat on a small folding stool, smoking his pipe.
Jose
*Decides she better try to catch up with Rawn, see what's been going on the last few days, so possesses Fey — she's already 'asleep' after all...*
James
*Then tries standing up and climbing out of the cart...*
"Sh||indig||!"
**THUD!!!**
"Ow... Dammit, Fey..."
Jose
*Sally learns the hardway something she had never tried before... Fey being so plastered... If Sally possesses her in that state... Well, the **Body** Is still blitzed. Thus, Sally can't move it any better than Fey!*
*She hops back into the flute...*

"Hells. Hope I didn't hurt her..."
*She tries using some telekinesis to put Fey back...*
"Crap, she's heavier than she looks..."
*She calls after Rawn* "Li'l help?"
Joshua
The elf raised his arms and exclaimed!
"Vah! Bek my friend. I do not understand what is so difficult about infusing a dun gem with mana. A broken enchanted sword blade would indeed be useless but~" 

An idea struck Keladan. Maybe he was coming to understand these earth dwelling folks. He squatted down beside the dwarf and watched n thunk for a second as Bek smacked the pipe against his boot, emptying the bowl. 
 Keladan offered his hand to refill the pipe with his own supply. A generous offer when on the mountain and you don't want to dip into the caravans stock. The enchanter spoke as he pressed common pipe weed into the bowl of Bek's pipe with his thumb, and then sitting cross legged as he passed it back and brought out his own.

"What if i were to enchant those boots- say something simple, *Subtle.* Like a blessing to fortify that which you forge. Or runes that ease burden, and let one carry more?" 

The elf raised a questioning eyebrow and did a little magic trick to light his pipe.

"Also this outfit for example~ I charmed it *Years* Ago and it still hasn't worn off!" 

He stood and turned around once to show bek, and although his bottom had been in the dirt. It looked as if he was clean enough to attend even the most *Awful* Of political and social gatherings.
Rosalie
*Trips back into a mushroom circle*
Jose
"Oh no,not again, **Not again!!!**"