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The scene before you is just the way you like it: crowded with people who are quite distracted by everything that's happening around them. You're able to make your way through the crowd at leisure with hardly anyone aware that you're even there. You are in a sea of tall folk with small leather purses tied to their hips, many of them bulging more than they might on more typical days, a constant allure.

Feel free to make any appropriate checks if you like.

While you're passing some of the tents setup for locals and out-of-towners alike to sell their goods, a hand reaches out of the crowd and grips you by the elbow. You turn to see Jargie Quinn from the Hagfish balancing rather precariously on his pegleg.

"Are ye being good, child?" He looks you over with a careful eye though his constant grin is still in place. He leans close and whispers in your ear, "Have a care. I hear that one of yer 'ther friends has been looking for you. Something about a 'favor.'

Reminder; an NPC picture and some notes were sent to you in email regarding Quinn.

You've been making your way through the crowd as expected of you, a wide presence carrying your Dorn-Derger looped over your shoulder. The crowd tends to get out of your way as you walk, though this isn't at all surprising for you.

Sherrif Hemlock had instructed you, along with the other guards and most of the militia, to keep an eye on things. After regretfully eying a beer booth set-up by some of Ameiko Kaijitsu's employees you take some satisfaction in seeing the sherrif moving toward the front of the square, grasping a sheet of parchment in his clenched fist and muttering something under his breath.

Busy as the streets are, everything seems to be in order. The crowd is in a pleasant mood and no one appears to be itching for trouble. All of which is making you feel rather bored. You see a number of people you recognize; Tuck Kenley, the shy half-orc is helping out at Ameiko's booth. Another half-orc stands not far away at the Hagfish booth; Gorvi the street sweeper, who has one large wineskin in one hand and is busy tilting back his head and squeezing a stream of red into his mouth with the other.

Savah Bevaniky is between the two booths with a table full of her costly wares; one table contains blades of all types, and another has some more unusual weapons arrayed before her.

The NPCs I named above are part of your write-up. You'll find NPC pics and some details in there. Feel free to interact with the crowd as you like. Also, give me a perception check.

The crowd gathering in front of the new cathedral is an impressive one. When you first entered Sandpoint you hadn't imagined that so many people could crowd into such a small town. Father Zanthus had told you earlier that morning that he hoped to have a crowd such as Sandpoint had never seen before and from what you can tell his hopes have been realized.

As you make your way around the square, looking at the various booths and tents that have been set-up, you see someone you recognize.

A tall human dressed in fine clothing is moving through the crowd to your right (as you face the cathedral) his back straight as a rod in a manner you've seen before. Though it has been some time since you've seen him, you recognize Sir Jasper Korvaski, one of your old contacts from your merchantman days. Just as you realize who he is, he sees you and stops a moment before moving gently through the crowd toward you.

"Is that you, Weejon? I never thought to find you here on such a blessed day! How are you, old friend?" He reaches out to clasp your hand with his.

Ameiko Kaijitsu asked you to help out at the small booth she has had set-up to sell drinks and small snacks to the crowd. Though you're not at all comfortable in such a large group of people, you're comforted by having a task to focus on and the stall is a busy one as people approach for a swallow of ale or one of the small pies Amekio has arranged to have in stock.

Busy as you are, however, you still see a familiar dwarf looking around at the various booths. Korum Tarrickson is one of the townguards who is a frequent visitor to the "Dragon" and it's comforting to see his familiar bulk so close.

You have to focus again on your work, however, when an older man wearing simple farmer's clothes approaches the table.

The stranger eyes you suspiciously for a moment but then he simply shakes his head and wipes a sheen of persperation from his forehead.

"I'll have a mug of ale and one of them pies," he says.

Give me a perception check, please.