Chult Hex Crawl - IC

[The Hellbug]

Quite frankly, Nolwenn is miserable. Between the awful weather and hauling the heavy canoes, she hardly has time for her thoughts to drift to her lost companions, but whenever she does, it's almost like a fresh wound. In addition, Qawasha's story about the origins of the rambling undead army and Rad's revelation about himself leave a bitter taste in her mouth, but she doesn't ring it up.

Confronted with the enclosure of thorny vines, she takes a deep breath while setting her packs down while thinking on its significance. "Looks like its meant to keep the undead out, but that's no guarantee whoever made it is friendly," Nolwenn offers, "but it it's instead meant to keep something in..." The wizard shrugs as she dangles that possibility.

When The Red Horns begins to take to the air, though, she tries to stop him. "Probably not you!" she calls out as he takes off, gesturing at the impaled zombies, "even if whoever in there is friendly, they won't trust if you if they recognize you."