Amanda, Ryush, Timothy, Rene:
Inside the Tavern:
When several people fall over all at once, the barkeep looks up from wiping mugs with a frown. He seems to consider getting up and helping, but since people start moving of their own accord again quite quickly, he thinks better of it, and stays firmly parked on his barstool, wiping mugs. He continues frowning and watching out of the corner of his eye.
There is only one other patron present in the tavern, as many of the locals have packed up and made their way back to their homes or jobs - time waits for no-one, even on the Equinox, and stuff must be done. The one who is there is rather drunk, and was startled enough by the thunder and several subsequent fallings-over that he promptly fell off his own chair, and spent several seconds loudly stamping his way back to his feet, cursing under his breath and wiping dregs of beer from his beard. "Bloody made me jump..." he grumbles to himself as he gets re-situated.
While the barkeep was content to mind his own business at first, he couldn't help overhearing the repeated talk of people glowing, and seeing things glowing, and feeling different. He sniffed at a half-empty bottle of wine with sudden suspicion, having drunk a fair bit himself, and resolved to go over and find out whether they'd all had the same drink. But, by the time he looked back up from his bottle, they were all halfway out of the door and dragging the baker with them - he hopped off his stool and hobbled after them, looking out of the open doors in surprise when he reached them, as he saw yet more people keeled over in apparent pain.
Everyone:
Outside the Tavern:
Lance and his dog rest for a moment - although the old hound isn't resting quite as calmly as Lance himself, instead he spends a few seconds nosing around looking for more food in Lance's now-empty hands, and when he doesn't find any, he resorts to snuffling up dropped bits from the floor around his feet.
(Autopilot: Bobby has taken a little longer than the others to recover from the initial pain, but has risen unsteadily to her feet and is taking stock of the situation, looking around and trying to get her bearings.)
The inside group emerge, half-carrying Ryush until he finds his feet and walks with them, and plonk themselves down by the well and by Remy, who had just vomited off to the other side of the well.
Luckily for the group, the old barkeep's hearing isn't that great, and while he'd followed them to the doorway, they're ten or fifteen paces away and talking more quietly by the time someone utters the rather damning phrase "...the man I'm possessing"; thusly, he just stands there with his half-empty bottle looking worried and unsure about what to do.
The barkeep's expression of concern clears up slightly as he sees Rafe, that weird herbalist, stand up, compose himself, and point them all in the direction of his home. That answers that - maybe it was a bad batch of wine, maybe it was Saint Anthony's Fire from the rich rye breads, or maybe it was something funky in the nosy old bugger's honey... but whatever it was, that creepy fellow was already on the case. One of Rafe's nasty tasting teas would purge them of the excess alcohol or whatever contamination that gave them the sickness and hallucinations, and no-one would be pointing fingers at the tavern for making people ill. The barkeep nodded to himself, turned on his heel, and went back inside - after surreptitiously tipping the rest of his bottle onto the ground.
Equally luckily for the group, Rafe's sudden need to vomit had caused the few remaining people milling around in the street to back up out of hearing range too, so no-one else overheard the discussion about body swaps and new names either...
Timothy speaks briefly to Bobby and to Lance, urging them to go with the group to "Rafe's House" at Remy's direction. (Autopilot: Bobby agrees to go, although she doesn't say much, just nods and follows along, keeping an eye on her surroundings and the other people.)
When Lance speaks to the dog and gets his full attention for the first time, the old mutt backs up in shock, clearly aware of some essential difference in his master. He barks loudly once, then growls all the way through the rest of Lance's sentence. After a second or two, either scent or tone of voice or something else entirely seem to have reached the dog, though, and convinced him that whatever is different about him is not all that bad, and he sits and waits until Lance stands, and then follows along.
With the visible glowing group all headed off to Rafe's House, Timothy heads in the opposite direction to scout for anyone else like them.
Everyone Except Timothy!
It takes about a minute of brisk walking to reach Rafe's House, which is a fair bit away from the main village and set within a high walled garden.
Rafe's House
Remy opens the gate into the garden - full of delicate herb bushes, odd little flowering plants and cane fruits and the like, most of which are either not in season yet or have been carefully harvested. He then opens the front door, and lets everyone (bar Timothy, who has not yet arrived) inside. Rafe's house is as large as the main room of the tavern, but split into several sections by woven straw and wood screens - one section is probably a sleeping area, as the corner of a bed can be seen poking out of it. Another is a storage area cum larder, behind another screen. The central area, in which everyone is standing, is clearly a working space. Tools and supplies are neatly set out on a large stone and wooden bench/worktop, and well-made wooden shelves attached to the wall above the bench are similarly stocked. A large book-shaped item held closed with metal screw clamps is most notable among the jars and pots and bags and twine. Rafe clearly did not receive too many visitors at one time, as he had little by way of "spare" furniture - however, aside from a tall stool in front of his workbench, he had a trio of chairs, one alone and a pair opposite, arranged around a low miniature table, which was off to one side of the door and pre-set with two mugs and a pitcher, laid out in a manner that almost suggests a 'consultation area'.
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Timothy:
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Stealth: 1d20 = 12 + 1d5 = 2 = 14
Timothy slips between huts and larger houses, keeping an eye out for the by-now telltale glow that would indicate another person in a similar situation to his own. He sees no-one that fits the bill, however there are several men working in individual garden plots at the back of their houses. The men all seem a little worse for wear, and are just out there plucking out the odd weed, poking at stuff with a rake, or distributing water with a watering can. They are working because it must be done now, having had the morning off, but they're all tired and full of delicious pastries and wine and the sun is high in the sky. He circles back around and, when he's sure no-one is looking, pops over the bridge towards the cattle farm. He only takes a cursory look past the building, as it is rather busier over there - he sees plenty of folks moving around, but none with a golden glow, so he calls it quits and follows the directions he was given, soon arriving at Rafe's house - the only one with a walled garden. He slips through the garden gate and knocks on the door, only two or three minutes after the rest had arrived.
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