Upon returning back down from the castle, Penelope quickly undoes her hair tie and transforms back into Perry. “Ugh, so much up and down and up and down today,” Perry says, trying his best to hold in his lunch.
“Ah! My hair!” Perry squeaks as he fumbles through his hair, attempting to fix it. “This is why I hate flying.”
Out of Character: Making a Constitution saving throw to see if Perry can keep from throwing up from all the vertical travel.
Zarra will nod, as she nods at the instruction for her to take the lead as she tries to follow the tracks helped by both the guidance and the bardic inspiration to allow her to do what needs to be done. The drow will do what she can not to disappoint her companions.
Edited: Thomaslee on 8th Feb, 2018 - 5:39pm
Velon follows Zarra, weapon ready, trying to keep his ears and eyes open as well. At one point he gives Lia a wink, despite his frustrations.
The paladin uses his Message spell on Mari. "Mari, how are you doing? Everyone treating you ok, overall?"
Poljen takes his usual place about 50-60 feet back from their scout/tracker, Zarra. Close enough for him to rush to her aid if needed, but far enough back to avoid any traps that might detonate or what-have-you. Trammet flies lazy circles in the sky above them, staying within range of being called by the barbarian, but for now mostly hunting for small game to eat. And if the track still follows the flowing water, the eagle will look for tasty fish…
Mari responds to Velon's sending. "No one is treating me badly. I'm getting the cold shoulder but I deserve that I suppose."
Lia flashes a smile at Velon. She takes up a spot 20 or so feet behind the rear of the party. The cleric will keep a sharp eye out to the sides and rear. Mari stays up with the rear of the party. She scans around apprehensively.