I think apparent avenues to proceed are:

1) return to Nerisella and find out what else is needed for the ritual

2) Return to confront the Woad and or see if the dragon left loot

3) follow up on Dayereth's findings and try to investigate the kruthik's nest, or the submerged tunnel at the owlbears den/ explore the sunless realm.

4) travel to Little boy following up on Nadderesh's dream

5) Travel to Brix to follow up on the hints of Bood being a doppleganger and the wizard's seizing control of the city.

6) Travel to Shattered Bridge to lend aid against stiches.

7) Investigate the dragons near Aerandis's home

8) Try to chase down the gable's crossings dragon

9) Other.

Wow lots going on. A little guidance on how to prepare would be helpful.

Dayereth likes Luke's suggestions.

"I feel as though if we left here now, we'd be leaving our job unfinished. Even if the townsfolk were used to the dragon, however fair she was to them, it was still servitude, and it would have only gotten worse over time.  After what we did, if we don't finish her or drive her off, she may take out her wrath on them.  Plus I have to admit, I'm intrigued by the pool and the staff.

I think soon we should look after your friend stiches, that is another piece of unfinished buisness, but first things first, we're here let's deal with what's at hand."

Luke: "Yeah, that business with Stitches is something we should try to fix.  Although I really would have thought they had enough knights and clerics in Shattered Bridge to do that without our help.

"But don't forget, Nadarresh is dead, and we came down here to get some stuff so that Nerisella could save him.  I agree we should go back to the valley, talk to the dryad, see if we can finish up our business there.  But then let's get back to Nerisella.

"Hmm... actually, why wait -- maybe we can send someone from this village as a messenger to Feyfields, give Nerisella the news and the ingredient we came for, and let her know what we're up to here and that we'll be back soon."

((Sorry everyone, I just realized I can't be there next Saturday.  I have to fly to Baltimore so that people can tell me things I already know about legal ethics.))

Luke starts to look a bit greener than usual.  "Uh, guys... I don't feel too good.  Need to lay down for a while.  That snake we fought in the valley... must have poisoned me or something.  Or maybe those vines that grabbed me..."

He begins walking unsteadily towards the healer's house.  "I'll be alright... probably... maybe you should go back to the valley and take care of business without me.  Just need to rest..."

While bringing Luke to healer his illness is diagnosed as simply the flu. Not surprising considering the number of nights this winter spent outside, in sewers or worse. The changing of the seasons often brings such things with it.  "A couple days of high fever and  with rest, thats all that will come of it." The healer overhears the party's plan to speak with the dryad and interjects.

“Careful listening to the Branch wraith. If she's giving you advise its for her own ends not yours. Story is she was banished from the Woad's valley for her cruel and deceitful ways . The Woad aint bright but if he catches on he can hold a grudge tighter than a dwarven priest. She's been plotting against the woad my whole life. Poison-root is her name. Woad broke her tree-link hundred years ago, so old dwarf use to say. She's a crafty one though, bound herself to the forest source, that giant tree you see there. (he points to the great tree in the distance.) Used to be a couple farms round there but she drove em away.  Want my advice? Stay away from her. Regular spirits are tricky enough, no need messing with an undead-dryad. That quicksilver pool though, every so often we get adventurers looking for that. Seems to me you could make a fair bit of coin in Holderness for that map, long as all the sword arms arent messing round in the fiefdom wars. Stupid nobles up their always risking other peoples lives so they can get 20 more hectares of land. Still I think we'd appreciate it if you didn't sell it till we get a change to get back on our feet.  Last thing we need round here is an influx of adventurers while we are straightening our business."

Wholian shrugs. " You've lifted the curse for which we are very grateful. Still you've driven off the town's protector and unless you are certain that you could triumph against Poison-root.. drawing her ire away from the Woad may well place Gable's crossing in a rather...precarious position."  Wholian looks worried. "I dont mean to imply that you couldn’t confront ...it's just that.... their confrontation is again in balance ..and it appears we were simply pawns to draw you in. Now that we’ve been taken off the board as it were....." He pauses..."What I mean to say is.. we are simple folks. We live out of the way because we dont like being  at the center of things. Try not to aggravate our position."

(Uhh, we are playing tomorrow, right? I know it's the eleventh hour, literally, but I haven't seen the usual sign up who's coming posts.)

(I was planning on being there.)