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Watching the young girl carefully, Everett replies, "I know a few such people like your father were I came from. Could charm the coat off a yeti."

Wishing to end the conversations quickly, but not rudely, Everett says, "My only plans for the moment is to find a hotel for my companion and I. Then see the festival and whatever it holds. I understand there are to be fireworks this evening. So I imagine I will be catching the show while here."

"Do you have a suggestion for what to see here first? Or perhaps you can help me find my way around this festival. I personally am use to a much smaller gathering of people."

He ask her, with a gentle smile and a hopeful look, in hopes of finding out how to contact her again if whatever she did to Beagán proves harmful. Information is key after all.

Perception 14+9 = 23
Appraise 5+1 = 6
Dungeoneering 5+5 = 10

(character sheet again, all skills should be on there. http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=25734 )

Picking up one of the glass baubles that he thinks the children back at the monastery might find interesting, Everett says, "five silver you say?"

Fishing out five sliver coins, he hands them to her as she bends down. Hearing what she says, he notices a slight change in Beagán's coat. That star wasn't there before. He would recall it since she begs to be brushed down every night before bed. She's more then a bit proud of her coat.

"Was your father a druid per chance?" Everett ask the girl when he hears her.

On the second day of the festival, people stare as a tall elven looking man steps off a chartered boat. They are not staring at him really; after all elves are common enough even though he's taller, paler, and slightly ... off compared to most elves. And it is the second day of the festival so people are coming and going from boats all the time.

No, instead they are staring more at his furry companion, a brown bear cub. It comes up to about thigh height on him, dark brown, and obviously curious as to what's around it. It seems to follow about five feet behind him, stopping every little bit to sniff and take in new sights. For those who know what to look for, the gentleman is doing the same though he's a bit more discreet about it.

"Come along little one. We'll have time to look around later. I wish to find us a room for the night first before they all sell out. And the last town took some time." Everett said, intentionally leaving out that the reason for the difficulty find a room was that no one wanted to have a bear cub in their inn. After all it wasn't Beagán's fault that no one appreciated her shiny coat or believed she was well behaved. For a bear cub at least.

Here's the alias for this game. It won't let me tie it to the game, can you please?