Tiellor gives Ember a puzzled look, though he really takes no time to figure out what he is saying. "Thanks Triss for grabbing Ember. I do agree this is all a bit more fun when we are also drunk! These guys are going to owe us!"  He glances at the others - Kellen, Celesta - who he has corralled back a bit away from the road and he smiles. "This hasn't gone as badly as I feared.." 

With his drunk friends at least momentarily situated, he then reads the sign of the nearby door.  Straightening himself a bit, he comes up to the brightly dressed satyr. "Please excuse me, my friends and I were looking for a cobbler by the name of Frendamus.  Could you perhaps point us in the right direction?"  He pauses a moment, again glancing at the sign. "I'm curious also... Pieco’s Plumage.  Does this place sell clothing?" 

The satyr turns to see who is addressing him. He looks Tellior over, taking in his elven features and his decent clothing and armor. He nods pleasantly and then his eyes drift past the elf to his friends who are likely either stumbling, leaning on each other, or sprawled on the ground. He smiles briefly with amusement before his attention returns to Tellior. “Hmmm...well, yes, Pieco’s is a fine establishment for headwear.” He points briefly at his hat. “Excellent quality. I couldn’t recommend a better hatter than Pieco. And you say you are looking for a cobbler named Frendamus?” He thinks for a moment, pulling at a small beard. 

Then he snaps his fingers and says, “Ah, you must mean Tacktallow, Frendamus Tacktallow. Let’s see. If the shop and the roads are cooperating with my memory of their location, you’ll want to continue on this main road. You could take the first ley line intersection to one directly outside the shop, if you want the quickest route. If you are enjoying your morning walk, go on to the second ley line intersection and turn right. Follow that road darkward and at the third ley line intersection, turn right and you’ll find the shop on the left. May the road lead you well.” He begins to turn away to continue on his own business.

Tellior calls after the satyr, "Many thanks." 

He then comes back over with the others, "So Triss... did you catch all that?"  He laughs lightly. "I definitely think we take the faster route - we just take the first ley line intersection...  surely we couldn't miss that?"  He definitely does not sound certain.  "Or do we wait here for the rest to sober up?"  

He then kneels down next to the fairy. "Wonder how long it will take Parolanta to recover.  Sure would be nice to have our guide." 

He then gives another glance towards the nearby door. "If we have to wait it might be interesting to see what sort of headwear they have..."  

"Why are you talking to the gosht? Goshtsh are bad. "

“Hatsss?” Kellen looks up as he is sprawled out on the ground “Ohh, yess, let’s look at hats.  I like em wit feathers.  Can we look, can we look, can we????”

Triss blinks once, twice, three times at Tellior. Then they give a little shake of their head. "You know my memory is absolute garbage, Tell. There's no way in the nine hells I'm going to remember that." With an almost nervous laugh, they twist their braid around their fingers, looking back and forth at the path ahead of them. "And this ain't really a place I wanna get lost in, either."

After another moment, they give another shake of their head, a determined look blooming across their face. "My vote is for waiting to see if this lot sobers up some," they finally say. "We're on no harsh time limit, I s'pose, or not one that our friends are gonna be able to remind of us anytime soon. Why don't you poke your head into the hat shop with Kellen and anyone else, and I'll sit out here with Parolanta."

"I agree on staying put Triss. I'm not sure how we'd recognize these ley lines really." Tellior then looks at Kellen with a grin. "You really think it's safe to take Kellen into that fancy shop though?" Though he's looking at the gnome,  the conversation is still clearly directed to the sober elf.

“I’m sober snuff to looks at some head-coverings while the others recover” . celesta says, speech slightly slurred.   “But then we need to get so the gnome….shoes….  Just let’s not buy anything!”

As some of you enter the shop, some chimes at the door tinkle. Stepping in, you are immediately surrounded by more hats than you have ever seen in your life. They are displayed on hat stands that just leave enough room to move around the shop and on shelves that line the walls. There are bonnets and caps, straw sun hats with wide brims and boaters, felt bowlers and top hats, tricorns, bell-shaped cloche hats, woolen berets and fur-edged hats, and more. Some are decorated with ribbons, feathers, leather bands, or embroidery.

The variety of headwear is so overwhelming that even a clearheaded Tellior almost doesn't notice the person sitting on a stool behind a small counter in the back. They are slightly built with curly black hair and tawny brown skin. From the small horns that peek from their hair, you would guess they are a faun. They have clearly been working on a hat on a wooden stand in front of them, and they sigh a little as you walk in. “Welcome, I suppose. That’s what I’m supposed to say. Although when I am supposed to get any work done, I don’t know. In any case, here you are, so welcome to Pieco’s Plumage. I am Pieco. Please feel free to interrupt me further with any questions.”

(Any intoxicated folks who enter the shop need to make a Dexterity check to see if you are able to navigate the shop without knocking things over.)

As they all enter, Tellior is overwhelmed with the vast array of goods on display. "What a wonderful shop!" he says excitedly, although the smile on his face tempers a bit as he worriedly glances to the others entering as well. To them, in a slightly lowered voice he says, "Remember - look, don't touch."  He stays close to his friends, though he does give a nod in the faun's direction as he greets them.  "A fine shop you have Pieco. Just wanted to look around a bit." 

Kellen stumbles into the shop, mouth agape at the display of hats and headwear of all types.  “Ohh, pretty!”  He selects a particularly dashing top hat adorned with colorful feathers and inspects it closely, trying hard to keep his eyes focused.  “How much for this one? Can I try it on?”  He places the hat on his head and strikes a pose “Tell, how do I look?.  Oh, sorry Tell, I touched."  he giggles a little bit at the end.

DEX 17

"Kellen, you would definitely stand out in a crowd with that one!  But let's put that down..." Tellior comes over to him, ready to help steady him if necessary. 

(OOC - Assuming Celesta comes into the shop, Tellior will whisper a quick prayer to Melil as he casts Guidance on her, before moving away to help Kellen.) 

As Kellen picks up the top hat from its rack, the whole thing begins to sway for a moment, threatening to tip over. The gnome just manages to steady it and then settles the hat on his head. The faun watches this, shaking his head and rolling his eyes. He mutters, “No, please, come into my shop and knock everything over. I was planning to reorganize anyway.” A little louder, he says, “For a quality customer like yourself, that hat is a mere 15 gold pieces.”

"Is that sarcasm? Im honestly not sure."

Sinking down to sit on the road outside the shop, Triss shifts their longbow so it's not digging into their back painfully before leaning back on their hands. They look around them with wide eyes, though their ears twitch toward the shop, listening for any sorts of raised voices coming from either their friends or other shoppers. "Gods, I've gotta get me some clothes from here before we leave," they murmur to themself. They glance back over their shoulder to check on Parolanta. "But you've gotta wake up first, ma'am. Else we're really gonna get lost, and I think the others might have some issues with it if we get stuck here like the girl we're searching for."

Kellen hiccups unexpectedly and the top hat slips down over his face.  Pushing it up with an awkward grin he turns to Tellior "See, he recognizes quality!" and then replies to the faun “Sheesh, that is a bit pricey, even for such a nice hat.  Are you willing to make a deal?”  He pulls the ornate enamel box he found in the Lord’s manor “Would you sell it for this box and 5 gp?  I do think it looks rather dashing on me.” he hiccups again and his face turns slightly red.

Pieco just gives Ember a piercing look. Then they turn to Kellen with a slight smile. “A deal, you say? Oh, yes, that’s always an interesting idea. It does add to your look considerably. Hmmm…” They think for a moment.

 Then they continue, “Here’s my offer: in exchange for the hat, I'll take one spell. What do you say? Just one piece of your magical knowledge. I'm sure you are very talented. You wouldn't miss one spell.”

Kellen’s expression sobers slightly at the proposal.  It would do him well to keep his wits around him and remember where he is and who he is dealing with, despite his light head.  He quickly puts a smile back on his face.  “I am afraid you have mistaken me my friend, I am no wizard or sorcerer and have little skill with magic.  I am but a humble entertainer and cannot honor your proposal.”

He sways slightly as he places the hat back on the rack “it is a shame though, I really did like that hat. Perhaps another time”

Tellior seems surprised at the faun's counteroffer.  He seems relieved as Kellen refuses it and starts to usher the gnome back towards the door. "We should perhaps go. I'm sure we can visit again on our way back." 

He then looks about to see what the others are up to.  And as he hesitates heading out himself, he looks at Pieco, giving him a look full of curiosity.  He finally speaks, "How exactly do you trade a spell for a hat?  You just wanted him to cast a spell? Or..."  Tellior feels rather certain it was more than that, but how such a thing would work alludes him. 

To Kellen, Pieco says, “That is too bad. I suppose your talents lie elsewhere.” The faun then laughs a little at Tellior’s question, “Oh, no, I am not requesting spellcasting, I would like to have full possession of a spell.” Pieco studies the elf carefully. “I was mistaken about your friend, but I sense that you might have some knowledge of magic. Perhaps you would trade a spell in return for the hat. You could give it to your dear friend as a gift. You would have the spell no longer, but friendship is priceless, is it not?”