((I'm letting the cannibals eat you if you get caught, Aurel. ))
((Don't be like that, I'm confident I can think of an excuse or two. In fact, I already have. And in the worst case scenario, fleeing is always an option. Or so I hope))
((I should note that elves are as fast, if not faster then you...))
You attempt to steal a potion and a trinket. (7+10) (8+10) You succeed and move to the next cart. (11+7) No one notices you still. You attempt to steal a magical item. (9+10) You succeed in grabbing a talon amulet.
The elf hands Thyra a bag, where Thyra pulls out a bunch of small roots. She nods her head and passes the elf some coins and they speak about anything else on the cart. Her face changes when she hears about their gear, sees the cart full of wooden junk, and does an almost mocking scoff.
Symon keeps patiently waiting for Thyra, not wanting to interrupt her business. Even if it wasn't that important.
You see Thyra shake her head and lose patience. She asks if you can get a small fire going to boil some water.
The elves seem to be done trading and start to mount up after the transaction. ((I assume... (I hate doing this but this will speed tihngs up))) Symon gets a fire going with twigs and branches that fell off of the trees and Thyra boils some water with a small bowl she has on her. She adds the root and some small berries (from the look of it, either blue or blackberries) and keeps it boiling. After about ten minutes, Thyra has the tea in hand and fishes out the berries and roots which lost most of its color. She hands it to Nadarr and says to drink it. ((Assuming again)) Nadarr drinks the brew and starts to cough a bit from how strong and bitter it tastes but then gets some sweetness from the berries. You drink the whole tea within minutes and start to feel a lot better within minutes. By now, the elves are long on their way, and so should you. It is roughly noon, and Thyra says Nadarr should get some sleep. You do feel able enough to walk on your own, so you grab the bedroll, hop in the cart, and lay it down with no shirt on and get inside where you fall soundly asleep within seconds.
The rest of the party travels south down the road again. The sun is warm despite the fall breeze coming in. You make a good distance (?) and see two dragonborn on the road. One is clad in full platemail, carrying a very ornate greatsword on his back and wears a black cloak in a similar fashion that Karl does. A second glance shows a holy symbol on his neck to a god none of you are familiar with, and you swear his smooth, bronze scales seems to let off heat waves. The other is an older dragonborn, much more rough looking then the other, wearing scale mail while carrying a light shield in one hand and what appears to be a brutal looking kopesh in the other. His scales obviously shine like metal off of his copper skin and his wings appear to be much stronger and larger then the other dragonborn's. Symon recognizes the symbol on his shield as a sign of Bahamut. The seems to be arguing and yelling at each other.
Nadarr awakes and notices the shield-bearer who looks very similar to Nadarr, as well as looking very familiar from a relative from your younger days. As you get closer, they don't seem to notice, or care if they did notice.