Garavant scowls and turns away. No point in tossing more good money after bad odds. He moves over toward Gruenic to see what is going on there, keeping an eye out for the others as well as he moves about the fair.
Sila looks amazed at the Owlbear feather, "Thank you Bree, yes much better!" then noting the wink, "That obvious? I've just never been able to stand being outdone, and Garavant is so good at everything!" saying that last part in a whisper glancing to be sure Garavant isn't close enough to hear and seeing his somber mood. This brings her no joy as she would have expected and knows that she considers him a friend.
Over above a feasting child, a shadow circles above, and reflexively she looks up to see what is so interested. Seeing Artemis incredibly curious, she looks for the sausage vendor knowing Lucy is in the Enigma's tent and the boy is not likely giving up that sausage without a fight.
Gruenic meets up with Garavant in the center of the entertainment. “Where is everyone? Isn’t it about time we were heading on? This is fun and all, but we need to continue on our way. I wonder what is happening with the Enigma, the seer?” He looks around for his companions with Garavant, hoping to regather in the middle of the entertainers and start to say their goodbyes.
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Garavant's mood brightens when he meets up with Gruenic. "That is quite an impressive feat there my friend!" he says. "What sort of elf is that fellow anyway?"
He looks about for the others as he speaks with the cleric. "I do agree that we should keep moving on," he says. "Lady Luck is not with me this day. Perhaps a quick bite to eat before we gather everyone up and head out?"He looks over the various vendors, thinking he would like something both sweet and salty.
Sila nods at Garavant, gesturing over to Artemis circling the boy. "That sounds like a great idea, and perhaps with some urgency as I think that boy is about to lose his sausage." Looking back at the tent. "Maybe we should talk to the Oracle too?"
The crowd continues to grow and swirl around you, with laughter and gasps punctuating the cries of stall vendors. Lucy is still inside the Enigma's tent, but there are an array of food stalls to sate your hunger while you wait - either for your turn, or to leave.
Garavant spots one particular food stall which might meet his needs; corn kernels heated until they erupt, then seasoned. The vendor has a large pot of salted, another coated with toffee. As he watches, a pair of female halfling twins run up and point to both pots and the vendor obligingly loads a share of both flavours into a cone for them to run away with and share.
Garavant makes his way to the popped kernels of corn with a smile on his face, his nose twitching to pick up the seductive aroma of the flavors mixing.
”This looks most delicious,” he says to the vendor. “One please, and what do you call it?”
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Sila steps up, not immediately seeing a sausage vendor and orders some too. "I think its still corn, just popped open?" She whispers to Garavant. Then to the vendor. "I'll have some with the candy on it. How much?"
Then suddenly recalling that we considered their clothes odd and then that the guy with the Top Hat said we were exotically dressed, she spins around looking at the attire of the people entering the carnival. Do they seem typically dressed for the region?
perception4(though depending on how obvious or should I say oblivious)
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Gruenic similarly looks at the crowd, expected size for their location, observing “is anyone leaving?” He feels that something is not quite right, or is he just paranoid?
Perception : 9
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The vendor scoops up a mix of the fluffy snacks and drops them into a cone before handing it over to Garavant with a smile. “I call them corny pops; healthy and filling. Well, until I add a little something for flavour”he says with a wink.
He pours a cone for Sila, coated with sticky sweet sauce. “I saw you both trying to get a win on the Cats – these are on me, as a goodwill gesture for your patronage”
Looking at the crowd around you, the clothing style seems standard for the region – Milos may have just been commenting on your adventuring gear.
@Gruenic:
A couple of people drift away as you look for leavers, so you do not appear to be bound here. You do notice that there seems to be a higher than normal proportion of elves, gnomes and even firbolgs among the crowd.
Lucy touches her lips with her index finger. The magic blade that she is looking for is under a strong anti-scrying spell and almost impossible to locate by magic. It is the reason why her house cannot find the artifact for such a long time. But Lucy is a daughter of a powerful divination wizard. She knows the loophole of those spells. " I'm searching for an heirloom of my family which was lost for ages. Recently my friends and I found an old dwarven ruin. Tell me oracle. Is the ruin the place where my family treasure lies? Or at least I can get some clue from it?"
Inside the tent, the Enigma closes their eyes and they seem to flicker behind the lids as fingers tremble on the table's surface. When they open again they are clear and full of the confidence of absolute knowledge.
"Yes"
They pause a moment, the slightest twitch at the corner of their mouth, and then:
Sila tastes the sticky sweet Corny Pops and her eyes widen at the flavor. "Most excellent sir! Do you know where I might find a sausage vendor?"Gesturing towards the child eating the sausage.
The vendor nods enthusiastically "Yes, of course. Just up the path here, next to the Enigma - a little ways past to be honest - best sausages I've ever tasted"
Gruenic walks along with Sila in the quest for sausages. He says under his breath "Perhaps the Enigma knows how the sausages are made. Nah, that is too much to know."
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Sila smiles, "Sausage is one of those things you just enjoy I think. What would you ask the Enigma? I don't know myself." Heading in the direction of the Enigma's tent, then a little further to snatch up some sausages for herself and that owl. The creature is growing on her.
Lucy covers her mouth to conceal the laughter and excitement rising within her. "Good. One more question. Some eladrin said when my mother gave birth to me, Seldarine cursed her and ……" Lucy stops her word. She looks down at the table with an angry face. "Nothing. It's nothing. Just take the gold pieces as my gratitude. You gave me good advice"
When she leaves the tent, Lucy finds that the sky gets darker and stars become shinier. Artemis flies away from her master to find poor kids who drop their food and eat their parents fist instead. Lucy snorts and walks toward her friends. Her noble stomach is complaining and demands food. " I heard good news from the oracle. But I need to sate my hunger first. Caravan,what is in your hand. It looks nice."
Garavant walks along with Sila and Gruenic, munching on the popped corn. The combination of sweetness and saltiness is just what the healer ordered, and he finds that he has soon forgotten all about his frustration with the stupid cat game. Well perhaps not forgotten completely...
"I believe I will take a pass on the sausage,"he says when that topic comes up. "Don't want to get logy..."
He sees Lucy arriving from her visit to the medium. "Hello, Lucy," he replies. "This is popped corn. Quite delicious. Try some?" He offers the bladesinger some of his snack.
Gruenic shows Lucy, Sila and Garavant the earnings from the wrestling. “Sausages here we come! I’m buying. Look at what I won! Anything else you guys want to eat? It’s on me.” Gruenic let’s a smile peek through, he is still suspicious of the carnival, but starts to relax a little, having fun in spite of himself. “Where is Bree, does she want anything?”
Sila steps aside to reveal Bree, "She's right here," she says sharing some of her Corny Pop with the halfling. "She mentioned an Owlbear fight and shared one of the feathers with me. That must have been quite the battle."
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Garavant scowls and turns away. No point in tossing more good money after bad odds. He moves over toward Gruenic to see what is going on there, keeping an eye out for the others as well as he moves about the fair.
Sila looks amazed at the Owlbear feather, "Thank you Bree, yes much better!" then noting the wink, "That obvious? I've just never been able to stand being outdone, and Garavant is so good at everything!" saying that last part in a whisper glancing to be sure Garavant isn't close enough to hear and seeing his somber mood. This brings her no joy as she would have expected and knows that she considers him a friend.
Over above a feasting child, a shadow circles above, and reflexively she looks up to see what is so interested. Seeing Artemis incredibly curious, she looks for the sausage vendor knowing Lucy is in the Enigma's tent and the boy is not likely giving up that sausage without a fight.
Gruenic meets up with Garavant in the center of the entertainment. “Where is everyone? Isn’t it about time we were heading on? This is fun and all, but we need to continue on our way. I wonder what is happening with the Enigma, the seer?” He looks around for his companions with Garavant, hoping to regather in the middle of the entertainers and start to say their goodbyes.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Garavant's mood brightens when he meets up with Gruenic. "That is quite an impressive feat there my friend!" he says. "What sort of elf is that fellow anyway?"
He looks about for the others as he speaks with the cleric. "I do agree that we should keep moving on," he says. "Lady Luck is not with me this day. Perhaps a quick bite to eat before we gather everyone up and head out?" He looks over the various vendors, thinking he would like something both sweet and salty.
Sila nods at Garavant, gesturing over to Artemis circling the boy. "That sounds like a great idea, and perhaps with some urgency as I think that boy is about to lose his sausage." Looking back at the tent. "Maybe we should talk to the Oracle too?"
The crowd continues to grow and swirl around you, with laughter and gasps punctuating the cries of stall vendors. Lucy is still inside the Enigma's tent, but there are an array of food stalls to sate your hunger while you wait - either for your turn, or to leave.
Garavant spots one particular food stall which might meet his needs; corn kernels heated until they erupt, then seasoned. The vendor has a large pot of salted, another coated with toffee. As he watches, a pair of female halfling twins run up and point to both pots and the vendor obligingly loads a share of both flavours into a cone for them to run away with and share.
Garavant makes his way to the popped kernels of corn with a smile on his face, his nose twitching to pick up the seductive aroma of the flavors mixing.
”This looks most delicious,” he says to the vendor. “One please, and what do you call it?”
Sila steps up, not immediately seeing a sausage vendor and orders some too. "I think its still corn, just popped open?" She whispers to Garavant. Then to the vendor. "I'll have some with the candy on it. How much?"
Then suddenly recalling that we considered their clothes odd and then that the guy with the Top Hat said we were exotically dressed, she spins around looking at the attire of the people entering the carnival. Do they seem typically dressed for the region?
perception 4 (though depending on how obvious or should I say oblivious)
Gruenic similarly looks at the crowd, expected size for their location, observing “is anyone leaving?” He feels that something is not quite right, or is he just paranoid?
Perception : 9
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
The vendor scoops up a mix of the fluffy snacks and drops them into a cone before handing it over to Garavant with a smile. “I call them corny pops; healthy and filling. Well, until I add a little something for flavour” he says with a wink.
He pours a cone for Sila, coated with sticky sweet sauce. “I saw you both trying to get a win on the Cats – these are on me, as a goodwill gesture for your patronage”
Looking at the crowd around you, the clothing style seems standard for the region – Milos may have just been commenting on your adventuring gear.
@Gruenic:
A couple of people drift away as you look for leavers, so you do not appear to be bound here. You do notice that there seems to be a higher than normal proportion of elves, gnomes and even firbolgs among the crowd.
Lucy touches her lips with her index finger. The magic blade that she is looking for is under a strong anti-scrying spell and almost impossible to locate by magic. It is the reason why her house cannot find the artifact for such a long time. But Lucy is a daughter of a powerful divination wizard. She knows the loophole of those spells. " I'm searching for an heirloom of my family which was lost for ages. Recently my friends and I found an old dwarven ruin. Tell me oracle. Is the ruin the place where my family treasure lies? Or at least I can get some clue from it?"
Inside the tent, the Enigma closes their eyes and they seem to flicker behind the lids as fingers tremble on the table's surface. When they open again they are clear and full of the confidence of absolute knowledge.
"Yes"
They pause a moment, the slightest twitch at the corner of their mouth, and then:
"But you must go deep"
Sila tastes the sticky sweet Corny Pops and her eyes widen at the flavor. "Most excellent sir! Do you know where I might find a sausage vendor?" Gesturing towards the child eating the sausage.
The vendor nods enthusiastically "Yes, of course. Just up the path here, next to the Enigma - a little ways past to be honest - best sausages I've ever tasted"
Gruenic walks along with Sila in the quest for sausages. He says under his breath "Perhaps the Enigma knows how the sausages are made. Nah, that is too much to know."
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Sila smiles, "Sausage is one of those things you just enjoy I think. What would you ask the Enigma? I don't know myself." Heading in the direction of the Enigma's tent, then a little further to snatch up some sausages for herself and that owl. The creature is growing on her.
Lucy covers her mouth to conceal the laughter and excitement rising within her. "Good. One more question. Some eladrin said when my mother gave birth to me, Seldarine cursed her and ……" Lucy stops her word. She looks down at the table with an angry face. "Nothing. It's nothing. Just take the gold pieces as my gratitude. You gave me good advice"
When she leaves the tent, Lucy finds that the sky gets darker and stars become shinier. Artemis flies away from her master to find poor kids who drop their food and eat their parents fist instead. Lucy snorts and walks toward her friends. Her noble stomach is complaining and demands food. " I heard good news from the oracle. But I need to sate my hunger first. Caravan,what is in your hand. It looks nice."
Garavant walks along with Sila and Gruenic, munching on the popped corn. The combination of sweetness and saltiness is just what the healer ordered, and he finds that he has soon forgotten all about his frustration with the stupid cat game. Well perhaps not forgotten completely...
"I believe I will take a pass on the sausage," he says when that topic comes up. "Don't want to get logy..."
He sees Lucy arriving from her visit to the medium. "Hello, Lucy," he replies. "This is popped corn. Quite delicious. Try some?" He offers the bladesinger some of his snack.
OOC: Sate your hunger, I'm presuming...
Gruenic shows Lucy, Sila and Garavant the earnings from the wrestling. “Sausages here we come! I’m buying. Look at what I won! Anything else you guys want to eat? It’s on me.” Gruenic let’s a smile peek through, he is still suspicious of the carnival, but starts to relax a little, having fun in spite of himself. “Where is Bree, does she want anything?”
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Sila steps aside to reveal Bree, "She's right here," she says sharing some of her Corny Pop with the halfling. "She mentioned an Owlbear fight and shared one of the feathers with me. That must have been quite the battle."