"Corlack is no boy!" he roars and bangs the warhammer against his shield. "Dominic lurk, not Corlack! Carts can't lurk!" he yells as he bangs the warhammer against the cart, jostling Davik from the impact.

He calms down a little bit and says, "Next time call out if meet someone in woods. Being sneaky almost put you in danger. Off you go. On your way. No more lurking." He clearly is not trusting of the two.

Dom blinks, "You find walking in plain sight to be sneaky? How very...peculiar. Nonetheless, I generally don't interrupt strangers in mid conversation merely to tell them I'm walking by. It's rather intrusive, impolite, and self centered, wouldn't you say?"

"This no busy city road. This forest." Corlack waves his warhammer around as if his point needed to be accentuated. "Bandits. Robbers. Outlaws. Need make intentions clear."

"This why Corlack say we go to Candlekeep. Still don't know where you go. Maybe bandit. Maybe look for eye doctor, help with blinking."

He turns to face the elf. "Can you speak plainly? Why greet us while friend flanks? Are you bandits?"

"Given that they did not announce their presence by filling us full of arrows or tossing a few spells at us, I would hazard to guess that they are not what you think Corlack." Boris said with a chuckle. "Welcome, where are you heading?" he asked the new travelers.

Dom give Boris a puzzled looks and points the way he's been going (or trying to) the whole time. "That way." It is, as it happens, the general direction of the purported carnival.

"Let me rephrase that. What part of the Western Heartlands are you heading to?"  Boris asked

Corlack lets out a roar of laughter as Boris encounters the same frustration he had.

Dom shrugs, "No idea. I wasn't in the Feywild when I started my hike this morning. I don't know the area. I'm going that way." He points in the same direction as before. "Because I've already been that way." He points in the direction he came from (the opposite direction).
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Niruk does his best to hide a smile and laugh at the upset half-giant, laughing at something that big and strong selfdom ends well. "Bandits? No, not bandits. You were talking, we were walking, and you were on the way in front of us. Why, are you bandits? I know the short one said you are on your way to...some keep, but perhaps you are on your way to loot it? Perhaps, best to simply see we are just passing through the forest and encountered you, and seeing such a fearsome warrior were hesitant to announce ourselves? And as for this Feywild, I didn't know that's where we were, though the few stories I have heard make that not uncommon. What of you new friends, are you from here?"

As he talks to the new group, he keeps his hands in clear view making no sudden moves.

Corlack nods along as Niruk speaks. "Candlekeep, not sumkeep. And he's the looter, not me." Corlack points towards Gork with his warhammer, then, as if just realizing that it's drawn, stows it away in his belt.

Corlack completely turns around to face his group. "I think theys lost but don't know theys lost. Maybe we all go to carnival together."

"It is actually pronounced as 'Luter'."
Gork helpfully adds before finally getting a chance to react to the near-violence outbreak.
"So what's there is to know about this carnival?"

"You keep mentioning a carnival, and I do hear some music that way,". Niruk points towards the noise, "But I don't recal hearing about any carnivals traveling near us. What is this one doing in the forest and not on the roadside? You claim we are lost, where are we then?"

Corlack nods to Gork to show he understands and repeats, "Looter. I don't know. Lots of colorful tents, people moving about, music. That's all I could see from the tree I climbed."

After Niruk speaks he replies, "The Fey Wild," clearly without really comprehending what that means. [Blue]"Davik here says we can't go back now."[/Blue]
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Dom shakes his head, "If you can get somewhere, you can leave it, too. It might not be easy, but it can be done. And, frankly, Fey do it fairly frequently."
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"That's what I said!" Corlack exclaims as he throws his good hand up in the air. "If want go back, turn around and go back. But when I looked back it's all different. I think Davik right."

Davik sighs and starts arranging magic components on the ground for a ritual.

"All right, sounds like some of us are interested in checking out the carnival, but seems most of us are worried more about getting out of this feywild place and getting back to Candlekeep. I will perform a detect magic ritual and perhaps be able to find the path to get us out of here and back to our normal plane of reality. But before I do, I need to know for sure that's what everyone wants. So who votes carnival, and who votes Candlekeep?"

Dominic looks at Davik and shakes his head, "I doubt you'll find any portal or gate within range of the spell. It's fairly limited in that regard. I've already walked nearly that far snice coming on you people. And the trees will further limit it. Still, if it will make you feel better, by all means, cast it. After I'm heading to the only known source of locals: The caravan. Which seems to be where I was pointed originally in any event. An odd coincidence, come to think on it."

So if we walk backwards then we won't get out. Then we might try walking forwards so that we might find the way out!

Davik the gnome wizard scoffs, "My dear Dominic you do not know my power! After all, I teleported all the way to Elturel from Candlekeep by pure accident! Er, I mean, it was entirely under control, but, er, that seems one vote for carnival and one vote for trying to leave, Gork?"

Corlack tries to follow along with the conversation, but clearly struggles. "If Davik cast spell to save wizard but end up in cheap tavern, then maybe cast spell and up in bad feywild place with bad feywildians. I think try carnival first is best, and if they cant help try spell."

If this is a major decision I am fine with being railroaded a bit to get into a module that you're prepared for. It seems like youre doing more work than originally planned already.

Looking back and forth as the others were talking, Niruk started to develop several small wrinkles in his forehead along with a slightly pained expression before slowly letting out a breath and shaking his head. "All right, this part of the forest doesn't look familiar, and there are lights and such ahead. At the least we can get directions and perhaps an update on where we are. I have heard fairy tales of this Feywild, and if that is were we are .......well best to get the local view perhaps?"

I'm realizing that trapping players in another dimension usually isn't a good hook for "Let's go explore" and is more like "How do we get home?"

Curiosity gets the better of you, you proceed toward the carnival. Magic lanterns glow in different colors dangling from lines stretched tree to tree. A stream naturally borders the entire grounds, which are spread out neatly with care and planning. A giant swan floats toward you and honks at you, on it's back sits two gnomes who smile and wave as they float under a bridge that takes you up to the ticket booth.

In front of you two human girls, about 10 and 12 years old, in face paint (a lion and a hare) squabble over a painted wooden crown that their mother won at a stall. "Back off girls, I won it, I'm keeping it." The two girls seem shocked that the prize doesn't go to either of them. All 3 are wearing cloth butterfly wings on their back.

Finally it's your turn at the ticket booth. TA silver statue of a dancing faerie is mounted on the roof and surrounded by fluttering butterflies. The booth is decorated with an animated depiction of the night sky, with shooting stars arcing across it.

An elderly goblin perches behind the ticket counter, peering at you quizzically through a spyglass. He lowers the spyglass and calls out to you: "Greetings, fair fairgoers!"

An adult's ticket costs 8 sp, and a child's ticket costs 3 sp. "You know, I've been expecting you. Call me jolly ol' Nick, heh heh."

Nick reaches under the ticket counter and picks up an ornate wooden box with a silver clasp and the monogram N.M. It contains one prepaid ticket for each visiting character. "HERE."

After giving the characters their tickets, Nikolas hands the group a map of the carnival and gives each character a pair of colorful cloth butterfly wings to wear. Nikolas explains that the butterfly wings must be worn to show the staff that the characters are paid attendees. They are now free to explore the carnival at their leisure.

Nikolas explains that each ticket is good for eight attractions; characters who want to sample more of the carnival's offerings must buy another ticket. Most attractions in the carnival have a cost of 1 ticket punch. After the eighth punch, a ticket becomes a worthless keepsake.

Davik frowns at the wings but puts them on, then a smile slowly spreads across his face like his inner child is coming back.

Dom fastens his to his pack and puts the pack back on. He slips the ticket into his purse.
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Corlack's jaw falls open as he takes in the carnival. He grabs a fistful of silvers and holds it out for the goblin to grab however many 8 is. Once he has his wings he struggles to get them on with since only his left arm has enough range of motion.

With a defeated look on his face he asks, "Can someone put these on for me? I hope they don't make me dance again."

Nick starts to take Corlack's coins, "Oh sorry, I didn't explain well, someone already paid for your tickets. Keep your coins my dear boy, enjoy the rides, I think you should be able to fit on everything, everything is magical after all."

Davik, "Hey, who paid for us, by the way?"

Nick, "Ahhh she said not to say anything. Oooops. Well, it's a her!" He smiles but won't give any more info.