As you enter the town of Sandpoint you notice the mirror on the wall around the gate and the sign hanging above it See yourself as we see you.
As you pass beneath the walls a short women dressed in a green and blue dress quickly wanders over brushing her long brown hair from her eyes, she barely takes a moment to see if she recognises you before bursting into conversation “Welcome to Sandpoint. I’m Mayor Deverin and this...” she swings her arms wide “is the Swallowtail festival.”
The air is crisp with the first day of autumn as the cacophony of singing and laughter hit you, the square before the church is filled with merchants selling goods, townsfolk revelling in the free food, ale and wine. One stand offers Peppercorn Venison while another spoons, Lobster Chowder into a bowl, yet clearly the main attraction is the curry spiced salmon served by beautiful woman, long black hair braided with brightly coloured string, lightly tanned skin perfectly complimenting her sapphire eyes.
As you wander you somehow end up in a quieter part of the square, there you notice three other people standing with you...