Yusha Darwish
Warforged Knowledge Cleric 3
AC: 15/17 HP: 24/24
PP: 15 PIv: 12 PIs: 15
Conditions:
Concentration:

Kalib
Golden Eagle Familiar (Hawk size/stats)
AC: 13 HP: 1/1
PP: 14, adv. on Perception (Sight), but no darkvison

Yusha responds affirmatively to Calen's gracious offer, following him silently back to the inn. A good human, Calen Damora. Not all of them know the value of silence and quiet contemplation, but he seems to. A shame that he doesn't also understand the folly of negotiating with goblins, but such was the nature of many a bleeding-heart if they hadn't been taught properly.

Yusha's brain couldn't rest, not after witnessing the goblin's self-destruction. Kip's assessment that the goblin was connected to his kin seems unbelievable, but something about that creature's smile bothers Yusha immensely. He replays the scene over and over in his mind.

As Calen falls into bed, Yusha busies himself pulling the goblin's 'cybernetic prosthetic network array' from his pack. He stares at the tendril intently for a long moment before writing out a quick question to his host.

"Master Damora, would you care to assist me?"

He turns to find Calen fast-asleep and allows the illusion to dissipate. It is rather late. Perhaps the innkeeper has a knife he'd be willing to part with. A pair of eyes bore into the side of Yusha's head, eagerly awaiting permission to go.

Yes, yes, it is well past the raven's hour. Go, but stay out of trouble. Yusha removes Kalib from his shoulder and places him well over the roof of the inn, a screech of acknowledgement sounding from outside.

Yusha descends back down to the common room with his things, goblin-tendril in hand, and barters for a knife. Setting up at a corner table, Yusha spends the next hour carefully dissecting the sample. If there is a link between these goblins, no doubt this mutation is the key. When his work is finished, Yusha cleans up and puts his back to the corner of the room. His eyes lose focus, staring a thousand miles distant as a near-silent hum falls mute.

Six hours later, a pair of beeps precede the hum resuming. The rooster's hour isn't upon them yet, but the innkeeper is already busy preparing food. Yusha listens for a moment before pulling out his tattered journal, the parchment almost completely devoured by acid. Yusha pushes down the sadness of starting over, quickly re-balancing his view. New beginnings always hold promise. With a few clicks and a gesture, Yusha slowly draws his finger across the edges of the parchment bit by bit, leaving a thin trail of iron-grey ooze behind. The ooze attaches itself to the parchment, replicating the material already there until the journal is whole again, but blank. With a sigh, Yusha pulls out his quill and begins recording his findings from yesterday.

As the rooster crows, Yusha pulls Kalib out of his current position, wherever that might be, and places him back on his shoulder. Kalib resettles, slumping on his perch and closing his eyes. As he awaits the others, Yusha enacts a brief ceremony with his scale and prays to Abadar. The sounds of food being prepared and people gathering only adds to the sense of community as Yusha refreshes his connection to the Wealthy Father above. When all are gathered and fed, Yusha responds to Calen.

"You have seen the value their kind place on life. They don't even value their own."

An image forms of a tattered white flag stuck to the ground by a dozen goblin arrows. Yusha looks to Calen almost apologetically, feeling that the lesson shouldn't come from him.

"Flag of truce or no, we can expect the same reception. As such I am not opposed if that is your desire, but be prepared for combat."

Yusha looks around at the others before nudging Kalib awake and adding a final thought.

"Should we not discuss this on the road?"

Spoiler: OOC
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Procure a simple kitchen knife or a dagger. I'll subtract 2 gp and add a dagger unless Pure offers up a cheap alternative.

Dissection arcana/2 check: (1d20+3)[16]

Minor illusion for stuff and things. Mending for journal. Pop Kalib in and out of this plane to put him over the inn and then bring him back in the morning.

Spoiler: Journal
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Hey Yusha mended this, time to write more things and stuff.