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Silas looks over, his stomach suddenly growling louder than the bear doing tricks behind a roped off pen to your left. Reddening slightly he says "Perhaps something to eat?"

He then begins to head towards a stall selling mince pies and skewered meat that looks like goat or lamb. Buying a skewer and mince pie for each of you, he heads over and finds a bale of hay set up around the makeshift games field. There are people tossing cabers, lifting heavy weights, and the like. For a brief moment he lets his perpetual guard down and relaxes, the corners of his mouth giving a ghost of a smile.

Silas wrinkles his nose in distaste at the gladiatorial fights before saying, "The weapon and armor stands sound promising. This vambrace needs replacing soon." He indicates the armor encasing his left forearm, wear is evident and it is covered in scratches.

He looks around at the rest of the inn and says "Well if we are to stay for this festival then perhaps some rest is in order. I will see you in the morning Maze." He smiles slightly before saying his customary bedtime phrase, "Sleep well and wake, Maze."

Silas grumbles a bit into his mug before saying Fine, but as soon it's over we head out. Agreed? These people aren't in need of our help as much as those poor souls in Magrimar either. Sandpoint has been relatively peaceful these last years from what I gather. Sarenrae's light is needed elsewhere I am thinking.

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