Arodus 16, 4713 - Armasse
Although Armasse doesn't officially start until noon, Clydwell Plaza has been crowed for a number of hours as people filed up the tight switch backs and through the iron gates that allow ingress into the Ring District. A number of street vendors have set up stalls on the edges of the plaza, the rich smells of meat and roasted foods warming the morning air.
Entertainment has been subdued since the festival hasn't official begun, but there are small groups of musicians and a few storytellers to keep the attention of early arrivals. Even in the happy atmosphere, the threat of danger still lurks - obvious almost every able-bodied person goes about armed and armored.
The sun slowly rises to the starting hour of noon.
For someone who isn't Kon: There is a older woman with white hair and pale eyes leaning against a building, observing the events in the plaza.
For someone who isn't Roshan: Although he doesn't really stick out from the richly dressed people at the opening ceremonies, you do spot a man who is dressed in a mix of mercantile and nobles clothing. Functional, but much fancier than is needed.
To someone other than Dreamer: Pale haired elf chatting with a guard and scholar. Impassioned.
After she left and Miril had a bit of time to think, she remembers Striegher had commented on the new head of the Eagle Guard - a female paladin who had rooted out a group of demonic infiltrators. A mercenary group that had gone by the name 'Hammers of Heaven' and lead by what turned out to be a very villainous dwarf.
[b]"However, I can respect the desire to make a considered decision." A moment more, "How about you tell me where you can be found, and either I or a trusted associate will check in with you in a few days?"