About 20 minutes after you guys sit down and begin eating Faunra comes down the stairs and sees Sorin sitting with you guys. She comes up to the table and looks at Sorin "Can I please talk to you?" she asks.
Sorin gets up and excuses himself, and joins Faunra should she wish to speak in private.
Ariza raises an eyebrow at the exchange. "Wonder what that's all about?" she asks mischievously. "Any ideas, Rak?"
I'm up for the hunt, by the way, but you need to make sure to keep that pompous Noble from humping my leg all day. Can you do that for me?"
Denche wakes up from a dreamless night and makes it downstairs. Seeing almost everyone at the table, he realises he overslept, which is quite unusual. "G'mornin", he says colorlessly.
The half-orc then sits down and stares blankly for a bit. Producing a ready made meal out of his pack, he mumbles that it would just spoil and starts eating it.
A look of shock crosses over Sorin's face.
"But I already stated planning a family together..."
Then the grin, that mischievious fun-loving grin. He chuckles quietly into closed hand and nods to Faunra.
"Don't worry, I don't kiss and tell. No harm in enjoying someone's company after all. Our relationship can resume from before last night, with you being a friendly face and me enjoying the festival."
Rak's eyes follow Sorin from the table, then he turns to Ariza with the same questioning look. "Beats me, girl. I never saw Sorin last night. Thought he turned in early, but then again, he seemed pretty enthusiastic about continuing to celebrate the festival. P'raps he found his own way to celebrate without us."
Ariza looks at the man, then around at her companions. "Do you guys know this man?" she asks suspiciously.
"Hello Sheriff. I am Ariza. Something tells me that the others at this table know what you're talking about. I can only assume it has something to do with the goblins. I'll just follow their lead."
She smiles at the man graciously and waits for the others.
"How can we be of assistance?"
Sorin is a bit offput by the law coming to bother him in the middle of festivities, but he's not about to piss him off. He wonders if the Sherriff is coming out of sincere need or just wants less work.
Rak raises an eyebrow at the Sheriff. "What have you found?"
The ranger finishes his meal, pushes the wrapping away and looks up, expectantly.
"I can't believe its already over."
Sorin breathes a sigh of regret.
"Not that I don't enjoy a good fight every now and then, but festivals are rare enough I was hoping to enjoy this one a bit longer."
"While the mayor is probably right, it's a shame that the people end up suffering because these silly goblins mucked things up. I wish we could find a way to have the celebration and stay safe."
someone stole a corpse? But why? "Silly goblins," he mutters while walking behind, deeply confused.
After hearing the Sheriff speak, Denche accelerates and catches up. "I came to town to look for work, so if you're thinking about easing your duties by offloading them to us, I'll expect appropriate compensation. I'm sure it's the same for all of us." and he looks at the rest of the group.
Rak considers what Denche said, and follows up. "My friend is right. I only came to town to find some work in one of your local taverns. I'm happy to help, but if it's a job, it's a job."
"I am good with coming along to see what's happening."
"A bit of supplies or coin wouldn't hurt before hitting the road again. Lead on."
"We should stop by Savah's Armory; she had some good deals for us yesterday, and she's really friendly!"
"Lead the way to the armory. I am always happy t go shopping!"