At the first suspicion of something wrong with the weave, Cahleth will cast Detect Poison and Disease on Targul's barrel of "Meat." He knows what type of reading he should get back from such a sample… perhaps any disturbance with his magic will be detected by these experiments (Arcana check below).
His tests with the meat are interrupted when Lia nudges him about the road. "Yes, I see it too Lia. What do you think? Natural, unnatural?" (Included a Survival check to see if there are any tracks, moisture or other obvious explanations for the dirt's appearance).
On the journey Targul will spend most of his time not spent with the party enjoying the extra curricular activities of the Flaming Fist. More than once he will be involved in the ruckuses that need to be broken up. While doing so, he'll be getting as much of an idea on skills, skill levels, and abilities of the group as he is able.
As Cahleth begins casting spells on Targul's meat, he quickly becomes defensive asking, "Hey, what do you think you're doing to my meat?!?"
When Cahleth explains to him what's going on, Targul will follow up with, "What's a weave?"
On the cusp of forming, Cahleth's spell fizzles out, expending its energy uselessly. He did not discern any reason behind the failure.
In regards to the road just ahead, from up on his horse, it just looks like dirt to him, if looser than the rest of the road, and lacking in the usual marks left by traffic. The ranger can see humanoid footprints and oddly flat marks off of the trail along both sides, but cannot tell more at the moment.
He suspects it would be a lot easier to tell what they are from up close.
Edited: daishain on 9th Jan, 2017 - 8:52pm
Poljen watches with interest as Cahleth and Lia discuss the unusual feelings they have and Cahleth begins to try to use his magic, only to get no result. He says almost an eagerness, "If you wish someone to move forward to test for danger, I will volunteer."
Cahleth points out the humanoid footprints and odd flat patterns off the trail up ahead. "Has anyone seen anything like this before? I'm afraid I'm out of my depths."
Being ever cautious… he slings a quiver of arrow of his shoulder and flicks the string of his bow with one finger, ensuring that it is finely taught.
Onwen spends the journey studying his spell book or writing in his journal when the caravan stops to rest. He listens in on the conversations about the Weave, but does not offer any suggestions or input. He notes the occurrence of the disruption of the Weave in his journal and will update it with more information as it becomes available.
Cratol will spend most of his time riding in a wagon and medatating. He hopes that all of this talk of disruptions in the weave is nothing too serious. Maybe it has something to do with where we are going and the info that has been received. Most of the time when people talk to him he answers with a nod or shake of his head or a grunt here and there.
As she ends her connection with the weave, Sar'ai attempts to use Message on Onwen (If successful), "I know you can feel it too. The weave, its, different here. Have you no input?"
If no reply is given from Onwen, or the cantrip fizzles, Sar'ai will become quite frustrated but maintain her stoic appearance, which becomes slightly interrupted by the commotion going on with the rest of the group trying to investigate dirt.
Slightly annoyed at the halt in pace, and also a bit uneasy at the magic situation, the half-drow scolds, "If you must know more about the dirt, or suspect something to be amiss, shoot at it or go check it out. Whichever you do, though, please make haste of it. We are but a mere days travel from our destination. Oh," Sar'ai continues flippantly, "Do be aware that those of us with the capabilities of manipulating the weave might find it… a bit difficult here."
With that she returns to observing the group, though she has moved her hand to her crossbow under her robes.
Edited: Brandonfett on 9th Jan, 2017 - 10:10pm