Vis went over to where he discarded the harpoon and picked it up, slinging it over his good shoulder so he could hold it with in one arm. Looking at the paladin with mock incredulity, he said, "I would like you thoo know thath thith ith a prethithion fighthing weapon." he pretended as if he couldn't hear his terrible lisping and and climbed in, holding his spear horizontally so he could get inside. He sat in front of the deva, and raised his eye brows, "heard Devath live forefer, thath thrue?"

"In a sense yes, we live long lives and eventually our bodies do die. However our soul returns to the astral sea and eventually we are reborn. Deva though don't fully remember their past lives, but we do get flashes at times. There are also those who learn to summon astral projections of past lives to provide aid in combat or wise council. So we do not fear death, but we do have some worry about losing what we are at the time." Eranah explained, she had met a few Deva, some that were newborns and some that were incredibly powerful by most standards. "Now that you know of my people, why don't you tell me of yours?" She said with a smile as she calmly leaned back in the seat.

"well," he began, not sure where how to go about explaining, "I'm a half-elf, half human half elf. We are mortals, so we die eventually," he gave a mirthless chuckle, "and we don't come back, born once die once." he released two things at that point, a mortal life was truly the safest thing and he hadn't lisped that entire sentence. "it ain't all bad though, it makes us learn to cherish life more and because of my elven blood I'll be around for 130 more yearth." he cursed to himself, he hadn't lisped for every word prior but decided to on the last word. Looking up at her he smiled, though it was hidden by his scarf, it could be seen in his cheek and the one eye that wasn't green and cursed.

Eranah laughed a bit at the rather literal response. She knew it was her own doing but it was funny to her all the same. "I apologize, that wasn't what I meant. I know plenty of the lifespans of half-elves, I meant your culture. Your people, I doubt you spent much time amongst the various species of elves. Though I'm sure you received some education on such things from your elven parent. So to rephrase the question. Why don't you tell me about your people?"

"I perthonally feel I'm more human then I am elfth, Buth yeth I haf learned thome bits and bobs from my father." he wasn't sure what to tell her, he had always assumed the culture of elves was common knowledge but now he had to explain what little he knew, "there are a variethy of elfes, there are wood elfes like my father, high elfes and dark elfs. Wood elfes are nature loving elfes thath gif and thake in balanthed amounth, high elfes are more like humanth in the thense thath they build thities and like finery and dark elfes are good with magic Buth the more dethructif thype." he gave a simply run down of what he knew, but wasn't sure it would sate the curiosity of the Deva, Vis adjusted his scarf as he felt it was getting loose from all the talking and he didn't want it to fall from his face.

"Well, I can do more than turn into a bird..." He thought that fact would've been a given, considering his title. "Maybe she's never associated with druids before?" Or maybe Lammy was just taking Lily's words far too literally. "I mean, I can turn into a buncha animals, but I can only turn into one animal, once a day." He took a longing, wistful glance towards the sky. "Once the flicking beams of the rising sun bring forth the start of a new day, I shall then, take on a new form." Then he looked back down. "And that's how it works. More experienced druids (like, say, my parents) can turn into more than one animal over the course of a day, but even then it's still a set number to how many you can change into. It's a lot of physical and mental strain on the body." He gave thought to a future where he could meet his mother and father on equal footing, but just the thought of all the training needed to reach such a threshold exhausted him. "...You've never hung around druids before?" He blurted out. "I'd imagine a girl like you might've seen a bunch of things...y'know, been on a bunch of jobs across several previous parties. Thought you would've met someone like me during previous encounters or something..." He pondered out loud.

"This is only my second mission for the Temple. My first was a Crusade, a hundred warriors of the Triad sent to end the rising of the dead in an old catacomb. That was where I earned my Knighthood." She paused a moment to contain herself, her voice momentarily filled with pride. "But I spent most of my time before now training. Lots of sparring, study. Most of the practice was the mental side of my art. Most of the time I was less warrior and more detective." She reached into a pack and withdrew a cloth, damping it with a bit of water from her canteen, and beginning to clean the blood off her face. "And I spent most of that time in Waterdeep. Not a lot of Druids there." She smiled. "And even if I met a lot of druids I doubt I'd meet one like you."

Markul was jotting a few notes, mostly about his companions for he liked to know those he worked with. It was always good policy to know what your colleagues could and could not do. He was also taking notes about the Warforged, as he was very interested in how she worked, he would have to ask more about her later when, and if, she reactivated.

Lamont nodded with clarity as the Lady Paladin explained her experiences in the field. "Ohhh, so you're about as new to this stuff as I am!" It was something the two had in common, almost. "Well, you've been on more missions than I have. This is my first time being out in the world on my own. I suppose I should be proud of myself for finally taking the leap, and yet..." He thought of being home, tending to the horses, or rounding up the sheep. It felt slower, simpler, easier. Hell, they've barely started this quest, and Lammy did more fighting in the last few minutes than he did for most of the previous year! He wondered if the rest of the job would be like that, just, high octane roller-coster action every few hours. Seemed like a bit much to him. He gave a brief glance toward Lily once more, the knight still wiping blood from her face. Didn't seem like any of this stuff phased her in the least, something the druid found fairly admirable. But then he gave a quick frown. "Wait, one like me? What's that supposed to mean?" He queried, raising an eyebrow in defense.

In retrospect that might have come off a little patronizing. Or just straight up insulting. Not what she intended. Red colored her cheeks, but given the mess it was pretty impossible to notice. "Oh, um..." She stumbled over her words for a moment. "I didn't mean it to be insulting, you're just not like most Druids I've heard about." That almost sounded worse than what she had lead with earlier. Torm help me. "I mean, like, the Druids I usually heard of sounded like they had a real stick up their butt." Given that she was a Paladin, a group legendary for having entire trees jammed right up their asses that was a pretty rich thing to say. She grimaced. "Kind of crazy, I mean. Like, calling down swarms of locusts after people because they cut down a tree for firewood or ate a rabbit. You seem pretty far from that, like a normal person. Who can call down swarms of bees and turn into a Hawk." She sighed and slapped her forehead. "Someone please make me stop talking."

"I think what our dear paladin is trying to say is that there are many stories that float around about druids, and you do not fit them. So she is thanking you for teaching her the truth of those in tune with nature. Isn't that right Lily?" Eranah said with a smile before turning back to her previous conversation. "I meant your human culture. What did they think, who was the main god of your town, how did you organize yourselves, what were your people good at? The culture you spent your entire life around. Deva culture is a bit less taught as it is simply known to all Deva. Humans, well they develop their own cultures based on not memory but belief. It is a very interesting thing."

"Yes! Thank you." She finished scrubbing her face, the rag now heavily stained with gore. She thought for a moment, then turned away. "Give me a shout once Korick gets underway, I'm going to head to the lakeside, try and clean up my armor before we head out. I'd prefer not to walk into this village looking like a murderous savage." She beat her retreat, putting actions to words and feeling far more embarrassed than her little verbal flub would warrant, stepping up to the lakeside and speaking the word of release for her armor, removing the breastplate and beginning to scrub off the viscera. Mercifully the blood hadn't gotten under the armor, the black gambeson she wore under it unstained. So it was just her trousers she would have to replace, wonderful. She removed the greave from her previously injured leg and drew her dagger, beginning to cut away the thick woolen hose underneath. She could improvise padding for her lower leg later if necessary, for now she'd rather not have the permanent stink of goblin blood slowly rotting into her clothes. She removed the stained cloth and cast it aside, then began buckling her armor back on.

"Huh?" Before Lammy could present a disarming rebuttal, Lily had already ran towards the lake, her red face only reddening as she excused herself. "Uhhh..." With the Lady Paladin barely in shouting distance, and the Deva Healer already going back to her conversation with the rogue, the young druid found himself stuck in another awkward position. He gave thought to what Lily had claimed, the comment about the druids with the upturned personalities. He never realized that was a common personality trait. He couldn't recall any of his immediate family members acting in such a way. "Not even Amaya, who most likely would, considering how popular she's gotten..." He smirked a bit at the idea. "Maybe she's just heard of some assholish druids." He mumbled. "Or maybe we're the weird ones..." He gave brief thought about his family. "I didn't even know there was a spell to summon bees and locusts..." He wanted to follow after her, to explain his thoughts and give her some insight on how he and his sister were raised, but that would've been about as awkward as her still being there within speaking space. So he figured he'd wait for her to return to the troupe to address her proper.

Korick ran back to the cart, he tide Alden's horse and Lady Lily's Horse leashed to run beside it. He made sure the Oxen were fastened to his wagon. Scrambling, he crawled into the driver's seat and pushed the oxens on into the High Moors. While ushering Lily out of the water and onward. Waiting only to load on the other part members and drop a small parcel for Alden and his daughter. Beth ran along side them through the rolling grassy hills of the moors. Ferns, leafs, and shoots of tan dry vegetation grew up to their chests; Blocking their vision and progress. For good measure, Korick stopped by Larris's corpse, he grabbed the fallen paladin's holy symbol. A length of bright red cloth. And pocketed it. Then drenched the corpse with a vial of holy water, pure salt, and ran it over with the wagon just to be sure. He then poured oil and alchemist's fire on it and sped away, letting it burn behind them on the sandy beach as they marched into the moors. With the party mostly gathered and a minute of breathing room caught, Korick felt the need to state of few things. "That, was barely an entire scouting party, that, that was like the hunting parties scouts." He mused grimly, " If more hobgoblin's attack us at once we need to be more prepared than that."

Looking back at Eranah he took a moment to think and compile his thoughts, his mind hasn't been on home for weeks now and he had to remember things that otherwise were not asked about, "Well Thorik (Sorik) ith lead by a duke, he correthpondth with the printheth who correthpondth with the king. We lif of the land so my village worshipth Pelor, farming and such," he explained, "but I worship Sehanine, just something about the moon that I love."

As the party rolled into the hills and Korick felt they were relatively safe. He asked another question to Vis, "Tell me Vis, surely no one asked to fix your face for you?" He asked casually as he loaded a new pipe while holding the reins of the wagon in his toes. He also realized Beth was moving slowly. While he turned his head he saw Beth dragging the hobgoblin captain in her jaws. Korick merely sighed and hoped she would drop him soon before she wore herself out. He used a simple gnomish sparker to light a lantern and his pipe. Then put his mouth to the pipe and hands back on the reins.

Nyshara just spent time watching the others interact and played her lute after loading onto the wagon. When Korick brought up Vis's face she sighed and putt down her instrument. "He has a right to do as he wishes with his face. While I do think it would be better if he asked for aid it's still his judgment on the best course of action." Nyshara did wounder herself why the half elf didn't have his injuries fixed, but it was in her code to let others do as they feel is best. She can agree or disagree with it as much as she likes, but she would much rather let others find their own freedom and path in their own way. After a bit she picked up her journal and started jolting down some notes taking a quick sketch of the hobgoblins from earlier. She hummed to herself softly writing down the events of her day thus far for future information.

Vis reached behind his head and pulled the scarf tighter around his face, 'could they see it through the scarf?' he asked himself running his hand over the part of the scarf that hid the scar to see if there were any outlines, there weren't it was completely smooth, which relived him. "You mean my EAR, righth Koric?" he asked stressing the word ear, hoping that people wouldn't ask about what was under the scarf. He squished himself into the corner of the wagon and hoped people would just stop asking.

Markul smiled inside, seemed like someone had touched on a subject the Half-Elf did not like to discuss. It didn't matter much to Markul, if the Half-Elf was wearing a scarf to hide part of his face or if he just liked scarves. He put away his little notebook and pulled out and fiddled with a puzzle cube as he contemplated what spells he would should prepare next.

As some of the others might've found solace within the cozy cabin walls of the wagon, Lamont opted to just lounging out atop the vehicle's roof. Felt good to take in the sun's rays, and he needed to keep an optional eye on Sheeva. The druid let out a sigh of comfort, taking much enjoyment from laying on his back. From his position, he could still make out the conversations going on below him, and the comment about the half-elf's condition got his attention. Lammy swung his head over the edge, hanging upside down to peer into the wagon windows. "No...I'm sure he said face, Half-elf. And I could understand why, too. That lisp of yours is noticeably peculiar." Lammy was noticeably oblivious to the rogue's distress at the subject. "Unless you're doing it on purpose for some reason..." He doubted that particular idea, the guy didn't seem to be the type to try and purposely annoy others. Lammy made sure to hold his tongue just then, as he almost admitted the grating annoyance of the impediment. "I can't just say that to his face..." But honestly, the lisp was beginning to wear on the druid's nerves.