Session 0

"You really need a bath," you say.  "I purified the water in the tub upstairs. It should still be clean."

"I... B-but..." she stammers.

"If we need to blend in anywhere or go to somewhere more upscale you're going to stand out," you say.

"Um...  Well..."

"Run along.  Don't make me drag you.  And please, brush the knots out of your hair, too.  The clothes..."  You grimace.  "Small steps.  We'll have to worry about that part later.  And you need more than just a bit of cheese..."

"I-I like these clothes..."

"They aren't practical."

"I... Druids don't eat much, and I don't get cold or anything..." she says.  She looks up at you, then looks down and stares at your barely covered legs.

You suddenly get a bit self-conscious.  "I-it's a good outfit," you insist.  "I need to be able to dance around, and it dries quickly if I have to summon a bunch of water or go swimming.  And maybe it's a little revealing but it doesn't stand out that much!"

"It's a bit much," the drow mutters from across the room, just loud enough for you to hear.  "Or a bit little, rather."

"Anyway!  This isn't up for debate!  Go wash up," you insist.

She's silent for a moment, then scampers up the stares.  With that solved...

You head over to the winged woman lounging on the seat.  As you approach, she snaps from looking up out the window to glaring at you.  Or is she just squinting?  She was just staring up into the morning sky...

You examine her more closely.  She has her wings tucked underneath herself, almost like she's trying to guard them, which makes it hard to tell exactly how big they are.  But you're pretty sure she'd be able to fly without much trouble.  Her skin tone is not terribly different from your own, just a paler shade of blue.  It's odd she's still so pale, considering she obviously gets a lot of sun - her calves and forearms are almost bone-white.  Some thick leather shin and arm guards sitting at her side are the likely culprits.  A heavy leather jerkin protects her torso, tapering into a wide loincloth instead of a proper armored skirt.  It leaves her upper arms and thighs exposed, but it probably helps with the flying or something.  You of all people certainly can't blame anyone for prioritizing mobility over armor.  It looks like she's carrying a bow, quiver, short sword, and a knife.  No boots, which seems a bit odd until you look at her feet and notice how unnaturally long they are, ending with talons that look like they could easily slice through you.  Right.  Bird.  Of prey.

She continues to glare at you, silently.

Outside, a huge, brown muzzle peeks out over the window.  A set of angry eyes glare at you, and you can hear the beast growling from here.  A muscular, black-furred dog glowers at you angrily.

(A) Ask if her dog's OK
(B) Find a treat and offer it to the dog as a peace offering
(C) Find a treat and offer it to the bird as a peace offering
(D) Ask if she has any thoughts about the people here
(E) Tell her to get ready to go as soon as the druid's back
(F) Ask if she's learned anything interesting
(G) Ask how her equipment is
(H) Tell her to go make sure the druid cleans herself properly
(I) PET THE WINGS
(J) Move on to the last member

K, Pet the Dog Duhh

There’s a small part of me that wants to vote I, but C is probably our best option here

B

D, sure let's go find an Adam

"I think we'll make a stop at the guard barracks first and see if we can't learn any interesting rumors," you say.

"Alright, then. I'll take my time at the market, and if you're still not there by lunch we'll just meet at the guild after," the man says.  He hops out of his chair, gives you a wave, and heads out of the tavern.

"The... guard barracks..." the elf mutters.  She doesn't seem very enthusiastic.

"It'll be fine!" you assure her.  "Come on, let's go grab our friend and get going."

"Pass," the strix says when you explain the situation.

"But-" you start to say.

"I don't care for guards, and they don't care for me," she interrupts.  "I have my own things to do.  I'll meet you at the guild later."

"Well... OK.  Guess it's just the two of us," you say.

"Um...  I'll just follow you," she says.  "But, um..."

"I'll do the talking," you assure her.  She seems relieved.

You proceed to the guard barracks by the main town gate.  You spot a dozen guards going about their day, checking passing wagons for contraband and questioning new arrivals about their intentions and whatnot.

You spot one of the guards taking a break and sipping from a water flask.  You decide to ask if he's heard any interesting rumors.

"Yeah, a few," he says.  "Something's been poking around in the sewers lately.  I heard a rumor it's coven of witches up to no good.  Kids are being told not to go out alone, especially after dark.  Just last night, there was an awful grizzly murder.  They haven't even been able to identify the victim..."

"Oi, you shouldn't be talkin' 'bout stuff like that," another guard chastises him.  "'specially with some travelers."

"Travelers?  Oh, yeah.  Now that you mention it, I spotted you coming into town the other day.  We don't see many undine coming this way."

"Oh?" you ask.

"Yeah, the closest proper settlement is a good few days' travel away.  They tend to keep to the rivers and just trade directly with passing ships for what they need instead of coming all this way.  A few will come up the river now and again, but it's rare to see one coming in through the main gate."

"Hm..." The other guard rubs his chin and stares at you.  He turns to the other guard and says something under his breath.

The other guard glances at him, then looks back to you with a newfound suspicion in his eye.  The elf hiding behind you takes a few steps back.  She seems ready to flee at a moment's notice.

You suddenly realize something very, very important: your familiar is missing.  Without it, you can't use some of your most effective magic... but at least you still have your basic cantrips and hexes in case something were to happen.

Which seems to be now.

"Miss..." the first guard says.  "It seems there was some 'pretty, blue-skinned lady with long hair and a fancy outfit' spotted fleeing from the scene of the crime.  You wouldn't mind coming inside to answer a few questions about what you were doing last night, would you?"

You notice the other guard's hand straying to the hilt of his longsword, and some of the other guards that were busy with other things have turned their attention to you.

(A) "Sure."
(B) "I should go."
(C) Just fucking RUN
(D) Use a hex to transform into a mud ooze and slip into a nearby sewer grate
(E) Use a hex to turn the ground under them to mud and run
(F) Harden your skin with ice armor and ready your weapon
(G) Wait for your partner to act
(H) "You think I'm pretty, then?" (flirt)

Shoulda gone to the Adventurer's Guild. Well, let's try to not get into a fight. H. Followed by A if that doesn't work, I guess... We can't exactly answer many questions if our memory is gone, but uh... yeah fighting or effectively saying "yep I'm guilty" by running is worse. So H.