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The sun hasn't been illuminating Sandpoint for long, and already the town is bustling with activity and excitement.
Five years previous, a tremendous fire had taken the small town, killing many and destroying much of the settlement, including the church which venerated the six main deities of Varisia. Before that, terror had wracked the town when the infamous Cutter had gone on his murder spree. Now, with the building of the Sandpoint Cathedral, the town can leave behind Unpleasantness.
The streets bustle with activity of native and visitor alike, and the square in front of the cathedral is ringed by craftsmen, hawkers, and merchants, waiting to ply their trade with the excited folk. A group of children dart amongst the crowd, laughing as they nearly knock over a bread-laden girl, and ignore the shouts of her twin as they
scamper away. A burly Shoanti man stands away from the crowd, speaking to another man who, amazingly, is even more dour looking than he, and generally staying apart from the fun. Several ladies dressed in scandalous clothing approach out-of-towners, much to the discontent of their fellow native Sandpointers. In the alley mouths and the
crowd itself, shifty men and women flicker in and out, likely up to dastardly things. On the steps of the yet to be dedicated place of worship, four people speak easily with one another, or, rather, three do, and one just looks glum and concerned.
The bell of the cathedral suddenly rings out, and activity in the square slows as the masses approach the temple. The four already in front of the temple face the crowd, and one, a middle-aged woman with short, auburn hair, steps forward. She raises a hand for silence, and the throng of people before her slowly complies. Once she ascertains that the crowd is as silent as they are about to get, she begins to speak.
"Welcome! As many of you know, I am Kendra Deverin, and I am proud to serve as mayor of this fine town. It's wonderful to see so many of you here to join us on this proud day, and I'd like to extend my welcome to the many new faces I see in the crowd. I hope you all are enjoying your stay here in Sandpoint and, especially if it is your first visit here, I sincerely hope that you're having a wonderful time. To all of those old faces I see today, thank you for coming and thank you for everything that each of you has done to keep this town strong in recent years. I see that even Larz Rovanky has torn himself away from work to join us today! It is truly a miracle from Desna herself!" With this, laughter breaks out from the townsmen and visitors who know of Larz, and Larz, looking on from the back of the crowd beside the now softly chuckling Shoanti, manages to deepen his scowl even more. Kendra, grinning wickedly, waves to him in apology, and continues, "Without further ado, let me introduce your Sheriff, Belor Hemlock!"
A dour looking man, clearly of Shoanti descent, armored and armed, walks to the center of the stage, scanning the crowd seriously. He shakes the Mayor's hand and begins to speak in a deep, quiet voice.
"Thank you, Mayor. Even in the heat of celebration, let us not forget the sad events that brought us to this day. Also, let us not forget the souls that were lost five years ago. I would like you to all join me in a moment of silence to remember the lives that were lost in the fire that claimed our previous chapel on that fateful night." With that, the Sheriff lowers his head in remembrance, most of the crowd following suit awkwardly. After several long, uncomfortable moments, the guardsman lifts his head up again. "In remembering let us also not allow these events to repeat themselves. I am of the understanding that a bonfire is planned for tonight. I urge you all to observe caution during this event." For several moments, he seems to be lost for words. "... Enjoy yourselves. Let me introduce the next speaker; give your attention to Cyrdak Drokkus, proprietor of the local theatre."
He nods to the crowd and walks back to the mayor, passing the next speaker who is already on his way up to the front of the crowd. This man is quite a contrast to the Sheriff; he is brightly dressed, sports a well-groomed goatee, and seems to be thoroughly enjoying the day. As he reaches the center stage he loosens his collar a bit, winks into the crowd and begins his speech.
"Well, thank you, Sheriff, for that uplifting oratory! Now I know this town has been through some hard times, but look at what we've accomplished!" he exclaims, gesturing to the grandiose cathedral. "And I'm telling you, they spared no expense with this place. Father Zantus' chamber pot? Solid gold." He pauses for the laughter that sporadically erupted. "I kid you not, our generous nobles put a pretty copper into the construction of this joint. I even think the Churches chipped in a silver or two! I even heard a rumor that all of the Gods got together and scrounged up four gold pieces to help get this thing built! But don't take it from me, the good Father over here," he gestures toward the young priest behind him, who is laughing along with the crowd at the actor's antics, "is the one with the direct line, he's the one you want to hear from! But," he winks in conspiracy at the crowd, "before I let him get things going I'd like to take this opportunity to extend my personal invitation to each and every one of you to the new production of The Harpy's Curse starring, none other than, the world-famous Magnimarian diva, Allishanda, as Avisera the harpy queen!" He comically takes a step back in feigned surprise at the crowds' sudden eruption of applause and cheers. "It's all premiering tomorrow evening at the Sandpoint Theatre and it is going to be fab-u-lous! And now join me in a bit of applause for his holiness himself, Father Zantus!"
The crowd cheers as Cyrdak motions Zantus to the center stage. The young priest looks abashed at the reception set up for him. He wears the traditional ceremonial robes of a priest of Desna and a shiny silver holy symbol about his neck. He smiles and tries to calm the crowd down, eventually speaking when the applause has subsided.
"Ahem, thank you. Thank you, Cyrdak, for your enthusiastic report on the construction of the Cathedral. And, thank all of you for coming to join us on this most Holy day. Today is a day of new beginnings so, without boring you with long speeches, I declare the Swallowtail Festival officially underway!"
Elegost
At your last visit to the Magnimaran Pathfinder lodge, you had recieved instructions from one of your mentors to travel to Sandpoint, a town approximately fourty-five miles east of Magnimar. Apparently, you were requested, by name, no less, to accompany a well known historian on his travels. You have no idea what this historian was researching, aside from the fact that it involved some ancient empire. You have been in Sandpoint for three days, and you've seen neither hide nor hair of this historian. However, you've managed to at least skip out on paying fees for your lodging, for the proprietess of the inn you're staying at, Ameiko Kaijutsu, was impressed enough by your tales that you dredged up using your knowledge of history, the arcane, and just plain bullplay, that she waived the costs.
Sorion
You're pretty sure you're clear from your flight from your home, after you disobeyed their wishes by chasing after your childhood friend, Shalelu Andosana. That, and you don't think they'd be happy with the fact that you filched a good bit of currency from their till. In any case, you've been wandering south for the last few weeks, following rumors of the female ranger. Recently, you heard a tale that the elven bounty hunter visits a predominately human town by the name of Sandpoint somewhat frequently. With hope in your breast, you reach the town in the early hours before dawn, just in time to see people setting up for a festival.
Zakok
Angry with the people of your village, you left in bitterness for better pastures. Along the way, you were hired on by a merchant headed to Sandpoint, who needed protection from the vicious goblin tribes in the area. Luckily (or unluckily, depending on your point of view), no madly singing monsters attacked his wagon, and you found yourself with a few pieces of gold. Wandering around town, you met another Shoanti man by the name of Garridan Viskalai. He invited you to dine with him the night you arrived, and spoke with you much about Shoanti customs and your tribe. Though a city man, he seemed to desire to live in the plains with your shared cousins, which was an ironic twist of the circumstances that led you here. That night, he let you stay in his inn, the White Deer, for no charge. In the morning, you awoke to the beginning of the festival.
Jallia
For the past five years, you've struggled with maintaining your husband's alchemy business and your own veternarian services, but to no effect. Your once decent savings has now dwindled to a mere pittance, and you're finding yourself hard pressed to gather the funds to maintain your rent. Your friends and neighbors have noticed this, and have quietly and discreetly offered help and aid. Your collegue, Hannah Velerin, has even stated at one point that she may need a friend to assist her in her business, though you can see clearly that she is offering you charity. In any case, without your husband, you feel the need to return back to the lands of the gnomes and fae, and away from the bad memories of Sandpoint. However, you might as well stay for the festival...
Farevon
For the last several years, you studied devoutly at the prestigious Windsong Abbey. Now confirmed as a holy cleric of the GOddess of Valor, Iomedae (much to the surprise of your parents and peers; Iomedae isn't that popular or widespread devotion in Varisia), you decided to follow in the path of your parents and become an adventurer. On the last day at the Abbey, you heard of the Swallowtail Festival at Sandpoint. You were at the Abbey at the time of the Great Fire, but your father and three of your older brothers had went to help the town deal with the aftermath. Perhaps this would be a good time to see the town and try to become reaquainted with some old friends... You manage to arrive in Sandpoint just minutes before the speeches gave before the massive crowd.
Farevon listens to the speaches at the gathering, then walks around town enjoying the festival; noding, waving and such at his brothers, sisters and other clan members and making reaquaintence with the town folk he knows and answering questions about his displayed holy symbol (which leads him to believe that a shrine needs to be built here to teach and be a symbol of rememberance (Farevon quietly prays for an event to spark the fire of Glory in the hearts of the people) Knowing that a war priest is likely to make people uncomfortable, Farevon will make small comments on how secure the festival will be that all may enjoy and have a good time, but just in case the guards and sherrif look very capable and as a war priest he would certainly help if there is trouble. He will attempt to meet and great the leader of the church here as would be polite (perhaps he brought a mail pouch from the abbey as that might be likely and have a letter of introduction).
If Farevon sees the druid, whom he greatly esteems, he will invite her for a beverage and snack that they can cath up and make small talk.
Farevon is fully geared for battle, though carrying his helmet, as he believes that he is a symbol of his diety and a reminder of Glory and War which is the struggle against adversity and as the Sherrif stated; all peace and law has a price.
"Ah, well...that's the end of that then." Jallia sighs as she closes and locks the door of the quaint little cottage for the last time. "Everything's packed Merrish, we might as well get going. Won't hurt to stop and say goodbye to Hannah before we go though." She tugs on the mule's saddle bags to make sure that everything is secured before turning her attention to the animal perched in the nearby tree branches.
"Time for you to go now Norrit! Your wing is all healed. Go find youself a mate and rase some chicks... like a normal bird would." The nearby eagle just screaches and flaps down to perch on the stick tied to the mule's saddle bags. Jallia didn't expect the eagle to go. It never did. They had this conversation every day for the pastfur years, and still the bird persisted in acompanying her around everywhere she went.
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Hannah wasn't in, and the sun was rising. The townsfolk were rushing around Sandpoint, busy preparing for the festival. "Hannah mustbe around here somewhere, Norrit. I guess there's no harm in staying for the festival. It will give us one last chance to celebrate with old friends before leaving..."
Jallia wanders arund town greeting all the folk she knows, and offering her help for preparing for the festival when needed. Finally it gets under way and Jallia listens to the speaches given with all the others standing around her. Just as the speaches end she catches a glimpse of an old friend.
"Farevon! Farevon, is that you?" She rushes up to where the half elf is standing, pulling Merrish along behind her, all of her pots and supplies clanging around in the saddlebags. "It's been too long!" she says genuinly glad to see him. "What brings you here? Ar you in just for the festival?"
Jallia <greets her warmly>
it has been to long since I have seen you, revered one; why are you all packed up on a mule; are you joining up with the clans at last <tease> like my father has always said or going on some mysterious quest for the Gods; come; let me buy you a cup of something warm and some breakfast; we can talk, let us go to a place of your choosing. There are portents on the wind and a strange quiet over the town; do you sense anything on the winds or is it just my prayers and fanciful imaginings; I think back to when I was last here during the troubles, my brother still has a long scar from that wound, would have been much worse had you not taken such wonderful care of it. My mother sends her love and my sisters their thoughts and well wishes also. I am sure we can find some oats and carrots for your friend <gives Merrish a nice scratch behind the jowls>.
"Breakfast sounds wonderful, and I know just the place. Risa's." Jallia leads the two past the new cathedral before pulling Farevon down a small side alley to what is very apperantly a local's hangout.
<Jallia orders what ever she can for 2gp, 3sp, before apologising to her companion.>
"I'm sorry I can't afford anything more Farevon. I hadn't actually planned on eating here today, or anywhere else for that matter. I was expecting Gozreh to provide my next meal... but as I can't see what use these coins will bring me should I keep them, we might as well enjoy all they can buy us here."
The two sit and enjoy whatever fare can be bought. "I'm leaving Sandpoint, Farevon. After Kellon... after the Unpleasantness, well I tried my best to honor his memory. But this life is not for me." She pauses in thought before continuing. "Sandpoint's mourning has come to an end, and I suppose mine should as well. I'm taking the new cathedral as a sign... a sign of new beginings. I suppose I'll go back home eventually. And on my way I'll enjoy whatever Gozreh provides for me."
"And what of you Farevon? You've grown since I saw you last, I think. A man now, on man's errands from the look about you."
oh; let me honor you by paying for this meal; leaving, how can you leave? Who can take your place; who will provide for these people and people in need; I sense a battle in your heart, but do not loose hope and give in to despair; certainly their may be changes coming for us all, but to surrender to the deeds done to us by the enemy is wrong and hurts all of us; these people look up to you, what will be in their hearts when they see you walk away; grief; saddness, they will say that the loss of your husband broke your spirit; you whom they have turned to for many, many years; to whome will they turn; can they find the herbs; tend to creatures in your care; you are the post they lean on; without that post their lives will be harder. Your homeland; home is in the heart, let not yours be empty; a cottage is no place to live; walk with my father and our clan; we would welcome you; we who know you who have cared for us so well; let us care for you; haha; listen to me; a week out of the Abbey and already I play counciler; methinks the gods have plans for us; I too carry all I own with me; two devoted of the gods in the same place ready to journey; auspicious indeed; have faith precious one; as you have told me I say back to you; clear your heart of desires of what you think you should do and listen and watch for signs of the task the gods have set for you. Often do I ponder those words, the clergy at the Abbey say it a bit differently; listen with your heart, watch with patience; neither saying is easy to follow; my how I do go on, if you do decide to leave this land you must stop and see my mother; I think she enjoys your company and sometimes wearies of mostly human interaction.
Is there some reason you have not remarried; like your animals; what creature lives alone; life is given with many devoted to the same principles to uplift one another.
As for me; I seek to find my place much as any young buck; shall I teach; will there be some battle brewing on the horizon that summons me; I know not so I try to listen and be patient.
Ah revered one, I have said too much perhaps; after we break our fast let us wander together if you will that you may review and see that which you would leave; eyes filled with leaving will see things differently so I am told; the clan always move as to not wear a place out going from one place to another following our hearts; let us wander and see Sandpoint as it is now; for who knows what it will look like next time you see it.
Elegost wanders through the crowds at the festival, munching on a meatpie bought from a street vendor.
Hmm... Allishanda. I wonder if I can get a ticket to the Harpie's Curse?
Elegost is carrying all his gear with him. While he may have charmed Ameiko Kaijutsu into allowing him to stay for free at her inn, he isn't under any illusions that Ameiko wouldn't displace him for a paying customer. And Sandpoint does seem to be very full with the festival.
But for now, Elegost just wanders the streets and enjoys the festival.
The elf, with the dirt of the northern road still on his cloak,wanders through the crowd watching all the people celebrating. Everyone here seems to really get along, if Shalelu is here I don't blame her. How am I going to find her, what is she going to say.
Sorion stops to listen to the couple of speeches at the opening carimony and then wanders deeper into the town, Well I guess I had better start asking around about Shalelu. He looks at all the people and the smiling faces Whats the big hurry anyway might as well enjoy the party. But deep down he knows that he is just really scared to meet his childhood friend again.
Sorion buys a small pastry with potatoes and meat in it that is surprisingly tasty and starts some small talk with some people in the street.
While at first please to run into a somewhat familiar face in Sandpoint, Zakok finds himself somewhat annoyed by Garridan's desire to return to the plains. Still, the food was good, and staying at an inn free of charge is always a bonus.
The next morning, Zakok thanks his host again, and sets out to enjoy the festival, taking his meager possessions with him. He buys a small fruit filled pastry from a street vendor, and munches on it idly as he takes in the sights.
He arrives near the cathedral and begins looking around, trying to spot the sheriff. The man was obviously Shoanti, but the fact that he had a non-Shoanti name intrigued Zakok, and the young man wants to learn more about Belor.
Elegost
Suddenly, a young half-elven lass dressed as some sort of pixie or fairy bounds into your view, sparkles around her eyes and a mischevious grin. "Welcome, Sir Traveler!" she proclaims, eyeing your stuffed backpack. "Would you be interested in coming to this weekend's production of The Harpy's Curse, starring the diva Allishanda? It is a most riveting tale of laughter and woe, and of violence and love! And it is only four silvers for a seat!"
*Elegost - Sense Motive DC 15
Sorion
Behind her, another teenager with the exact same appearance came with a tray full of piping hot rolls. She looked at her twin with with a curious glance, then sees you. Suddenly, she flashed a mischevious grin at her sister, and addressed you.
"Well, good day, sir! Enjoying your pastry, are we?" She set down the tray, removed her protective mitt, and offered her dainty hand to you. "My name is Arika, and this here tomato," indicating her protesting, blushing companion, "is my sister, Aneka. How are you enjoying the town and the Swallowtail Festival?"
I appologize if I have rubbed a raw wound my friend, speak, let us hear what is in your heart.
Elegost
** spoiler omitted **
*Elegost - Sense Motive DC 15 ** spoiler omitted **
"4 silver?" Elegost ponders his meager funds for a moment "Alright, I would love to go to the show."
"Is there a problem?" Elegost says while nodding towards the argument at the Theatre entrance.
"Farevon... no, the wounds are old. Never fear to speak your mind." Jallia's face slips into a grin. "Such words of wisdom from one so young. Now I am determined to enjoy myself today, and I hope you will accompany me!"
"Ahhh... just one thing though, Farevon dear. Well, how should I put this. Titles and such are a fine thing, especially from a youngling to an elder, but well..." Jallia shuffles around in her seat. "Well you're obviously no youngling anymore and I think I would prefer if you simply called me Jallia." She leans in close, whispering conspiratorally with Farevon, "No one is Sandpoint is so formal, and truth be told... all of the reverance I recieve in the outlands always makes me uncomfortable."
"No come!" she declairs with a large grin. "Let us walk the town. I am especially curious to see this new stone house that the humans have built to fit Gozreh in!"
Zakok
As you approach, the arguement ends, and the woman stomps off in a huff. The sheriff watches her leave, and sighs. Then, he notices your approach, and turns to size you up. "Yes? May I help you, friend?"
* Zakok Listen Check DC 15
Woman: ...can't do it, then I'll take care of those... bastards myself!
Hemlock: Don't be so hasty; we need to gather more evidence against them...
Woman: More evidence?! Belor, my boys and girls, not to mention any one else those scum wronged in this town, need justice, even if I have to-
Hemlock: Kaye. Be reasonable; even though we know that the Sczarni are active here, we can't do anything lawfully until we have proof.
Kaye: Proof? What about those bleeding scars on that gypsy's face? How's that for proof?
Hemlock: That will only let us press charges against the boy, not the whole... Kaye!
Hemlock: ... Yes? May I help you, friend?
Elegost
She then puts on her widest smile. "In any case, you can buy tickets from Joss over there," indicating the somewhat portly human off to the side, sitting at a makeshift table with a lockbox and a pile of parchments. "And I hope you have a wonderful day today!"
*Elegost DC 5 Sense Motive
Certainly; as you wish, but my mother would box my ears but good if I spoke to other than with reverance; it is not every day that one such as I gets to spend time with she who has known me my entire life; pulling me from the womb and wrapping me in swaddling cloths and holding me up to the gods in naming ceremony. Perhaps your friends and neighbors here in Sandpoint are lax; but some of my sisters are about and would love nothing more than to run home with a story of my disrespect; but perhaps a more familiar title would suffice; shall I call you Auntie, as certainly my father and mother would adopt you in our clan if they could and are as dear to my mother as the sunshine.
So, it has been many years, where would you walk; I would like to see more of this cathedral.
Sorion gives a little wave to Aneka behind the stall and smiles slightly at Arika "Ahh.. Hi nice to meet.. both of you. I am Sorion and the festival is nice... and your food is excellent." Sorion stammers to both of the girls.
Damn why is Shalelu the only girl I can talk to with out sounding like an idiot. he thinks to himself.
"This is a nice town you have here, is this festival a yearly thing or just a special occasion?"
"Auntie?" Jallia's eyes sparkle as she tries the word out on her own lips. "Auntie? Oh, yes! That will be splendid, Farevon!"
The two leave their nice breakfast and begin to wander around the town. "Now, who do I have to see today? There's Hannah, of course. She must be around here somewhere. Gorvi...ohhh I'd like to give him a piece of my mind one last time before I leave Sandpoint..." At this name Jallia's face bunches up, but quickly reverts to it's normal relaxed form, "but no, we said we were going to enjoy ourselves today, and having that conversation just wouldn't do."
"Ah, I know. Let's stop by and see if Veznutt Parooh is in. Oh, yes, that's a splendid idea. For a young man travelling about the countryside, you might find old Parooh very interesting indeed! And after that, well we'll stop at the temple and give our respect to Gozreh... and perhaps chat with Father Zantus as well."
"Ah, yes sir," Zakok replies. "I'm new in town, and I couldn't help but notice that you are Shoanti like myself. I... I was hoping you might be able to share some insight on adapting to life outside the tribe."
"Well, if there *is* a problem I could help with, feel free to let me know. My name is Elegost, and I'm a Pathfinder. I'll be in Sandpoint for the next few days.
And I'll be looking forward to seeing you in the performance." He says charmingly
Elegost walks over to Joss. "I'd like a ticket to the Harpies Curse please. The earliest performance if possible, I might have to leave town sooner rather than later on business."
Sounds like a fine plan revered Auntie; :) hehe just kidding :)
So, tell me about Hannah, a freind? business partner?
Zakok
Sheriff Hemlock gives the young Shoanti a searching look, then sighs. "Follow me."
He leads Zakok around the main streets, where people are congregating. "Listen, I can't help you in that regard; I've never lived with the tribes. My parents had left the tribes before I was born, and we were raised right here in Sandpoint. I can't tell you how you should adapt, because I've never needed to."
He then turns to the plainswalker. "What I can tell you is this: if you can live your life in the town lawfully, then you should be just fine. Just obey the laws and respect the other men in this town. Now, enjoy yourself; at lunchtime, the meals are free, so help yourself." With that, he gives you a small salute, and walks off.
Elegost
The portly man, who was scribbling something frantically on a long sheet of parchment, accepts the Pathfinder's money. He takes a strip of parchment, initials at the end of the ticket, and hands it to Elegost.
As Elegost begins to walk away, the half-elven entertainer bounces in front of him. "Mr. Elegost... I've been thinking..." she begins coyly.
"Maybe we could talk a bit after the festival ends... over some dinner, perhaps?"
Elegost
The portly man, who was scribbling something frantically on a long sheet of parchment, accepts the Pathfinder's money. He takes a strip of parchment, initials at the end of the ticket, and hands it to Elegost.
As Elegost begins to walk away, the half-elven entertainer bounces in front of him. "Mr. Elegost... I've been thinking..." she begins coyly.
"Maybe we could talk a bit after the festival ends... over some dinner, perhaps?"
"I'd love to, Ms..."
Zakok gives a small nod to the sheriff. "Thanks," he murmurs. For nothing, he thinks as he watches the sheriff walk away. With a sigh, he turns his attention back to the booths of the festival, hoping to find something that catches his eye.
Spotting a small troupe of acrobats, he takes a moment to watch their show.
Jallia and Farevon
The two of you walk to the cartography shop that the old gnome Veznutt Parooh inhabits, but, unfortunately, you find his shop closed. However, Jallia, you know that he's likely visiting with his best friend, Ilsoari Gandethus, at the Turandarok Academy.
Go to the academy
You see Parooh, an aged, yet nimble, gnome, and the human Ilsoari, not as aged, and a tad bit more nimble, standing side by side as they speak with a massively aged Varisian woman, clad in colorful shawls and beads, who is assisted by a young Varisian wearing simple robes. The gnome and the human look concerned as the ancient woman speaks to them sternly.
Go to the temple
Off to the north, you can see two women and one man talking. You easily recognise the Lady Mayor, and Jallia recognises the other woman, an elf, as her friend Hannah. Farevon, with a shock, recognizes the man, a stout half-elf in worn clothing, as his eldest brother, who had moved from the rest of their family and began working at a farm in the Hinterlands of Sandpoint. The mayor and the half elf are arguing, and the elf seems to be acting as a mediator.
"Well, Farevon, old Parooh doesn't seem to be at home... he's probably down at the Academy chattering away with the other fusspots in town." Jallia chuckles, "I can't tell you how much time my Kellon spends..." She leaves the sentence unfinished, but her cheer soon returns. "Well I really wanted to show you all of Veznutt's maps, but I'm sure we won't be seeing those today. And I have no desire to involve myself in whatever covoluted subject they're mired in at the moment. What say you to visiting the temple instead?"
As the two walk toward the new temple Jallia tells the young half elf about her friend Hannah. "Many a morning the two of us would explore the woods just yonder."
"Ah!" she says with a big smile on her face. "That's her now! See over there with the Lady Mayor." The smile fades and her brow furrows as she takes in the scene. "Who is that...? he looks familiar..."
Ah; nice temple; solid...oh; look yonder, seems my brother is here and involved in some heated discussion in mediation; hehe, so like him. I remember when I was little I had a row with one of my sisters in which his mediation ended up dunking both are heads in a barrel of rainwater until we agreed to be civil, lol, see any barrels handy? Well, as spiritual examples to the people; I suppose we should lend our support; lets join in.
<makes sure his holy symbol is boldly displayed on his chest as they walk over>
Greetings brother <gives a hug> such a lively discussion in the house of the gods...how interesting. <raises an eyebrow at the other two>
Greetings brother <gives a hug> such a lively discussion in the house of the gods...how interesting. <raises an eyebrow at the other two>
"Oh, your brother," Jallia smiles. "No wonder he looked so familiar. I should have known." Jallia nods her support of Farevon's plan. She lets him take the lead, not wanting to step between two brothers. As they approach, she remains quiet, he face revealing neither contempt nor approval for any of the parties involved.
Greetings on this feast day to both of you, what seems to be the problem Mayor? Brother?
Mayor? perhaps you should go first, hmm, something doesnt feel quite right here...
Brother? what seems to be the issue?
Sigh...