"My magic mostly comes from my god,  Melil. I'm not sure a spell is something I have the right to just give you.  And even then, as fine as this hat is, I'm not sure a hat is sufficient compensation!" 

Tellior is clearly intrigued and steps away from Kellior a bit to speak with Pieco. 

"How though would giving a spell work?  Would you be able to give me a spell?" He laughs. "I mean, assuming we made some suitable trade of course!"

Pieco’s eyes narrow. “So, my fine craftsmanship, my work of untold hours, is not valuable enough to trade for a small bit of knowledge your precious deity grants you? But you think I should explain the esoteric wisdom that has been passed down to me and allows for such a trade? Why don’t I just give you free lessons in hat-making so you can take over my business? No, I don’t think so. It seems unlikely that we will come to any satisfactory agreement here. Good day.” They sit back down on their stool and give all their attention to the hat before them on the counter.

Tellior nods to the faun. "You are of course right as I am sure that knowledge is quite valuable.  Thank you for your hospitality."

He then walks back towards Kellen and the others.  "We should probably get going, don't you think? We can come back when we have more time for proper shopping."  He then makes his way towards the door, hoping to usher the others back out to the street as well.

"Interesting."

Celesta, head clearing a little, says “agreed.  This shop is amazing, but let’s get to the shoemaker. “

Presumably, someone picks up Parolanta who stirs a little, but doesn’t yet wake. You continue along the wide thoroughfare. Fortunately, the drunken parade has gone on ahead of you and their fumes have dissipated while you visited the hat shop. After passing a narrower road on the left and going on a while, you come across a seemingly abandoned and smashed food cart. From the looks of the wreckage, someone was selling pies here. Now they are mostly scattered crust and filling across the cart and road. A tantalizing berry scent hangs over the mess. Amongst the shambles, you do see five whole pies, perfect and unspoiled, that somehow avoided destruction.

(What would you like to do?)

Kellen bounds up to Triss in excitement as they exit the shop “Triss, Triss, you should’ve seen the hat they had in there.  It was a fancy top hat with big, colorful feathers.  Tell told me not to touch it, but I did anyway, and I put it on and was going to get it, it looked so good on me”  He prattles on like an excited school kid as they walk along, he always did talk too much when he had been drinking, although he didn’t really drink in this case.  “Anyway, he wanted a spell for it, and I really don’t have any, and isn’t that weird anyway, who asks for a spell, how do you do that?”

He pauses when he sees the pies.  He hears a rumbling in his belly and realizes he has not eaten in a while and boy do they smell good.  He looks around, not seeing anyone and calls “Hello, is anyone here?  Do these pies belong to anyone?”

Once out of the shop, Tellior would pick up Parolanta as they continue on their way.  Coming to the ruined cart,  he looks around for any sign of what might have happened.

(Investigation Check: 10)

20 investigation 

Celesta says “Hold it-  we need to find out what happened first-  maybe someone was hurt!” 
 She looks around (passive investigation 14, roll above)

Triss perks up as the others exit the shop, definitely letting out a relieved breath when they see them all in one piece. They bound along beside Kellen, listening to him chatter with a bemused smile. "I'm sure you looked very dashing, dear," they say, patting him on the head. Their ears twitch a little at the end of his story, though. Wanting a spell in payment? How odd.

At first glance of the pie cart, Triss hums in delight at the smell of it. But, upon seeing the wreckage, they frown. "You're right, Celesta. We oughta see if whoever's cart this was needs help, because this looks a proper mess." They step closer, skipping in front of their friends to be the head of the charge now, and echo Kellen's call. "Hello?"

You all definitely don’t see anyone around. To Tellior, the smashed cart just looks like a mess. He can’t really pick out any details that would explain the situation. Despite her still slightly woozy head, Celesta notices mashed berry footprints leading further down the road in the direction you were heading. She remembers that the drunken parade was also going this way. Triss does happen to spot another door in the hedge, across the road from the cart, and a little hidden from view by some trailing vines.

(I forgot to say that our inebriated folks need to roll ability checks at disadvantage. I adjusted for Celesta, who rolled high anyway. Do feel free to roll for any actions that you think need a check. What would you all like to do next?)

"I don't think we can just assume these pies are abandoned.  Even if someone did just leave them here I think the Open Bargain would still apply.  I'm just not sure what's happened here." Tellior says.  He shrugs. "As delicious as they smell, I think we just move on." 

With a little twitch of their ears, Triss stares at the door. Their hand comes up to fiddle with the end of their bow as they think a moment. "Well, obviously we ain't gonna eat 'em," they drawl. "I'm dumb but not dumb enough to fall for a trap like that. But, I mean, we still got some time to kill. Long enough to see what happened here."

And so they bounce over to the door, stepping around any smashed pie remains, and rap their knuckles against the wood twice.

Tellior laughs softly. "I didn't even see that door.  And you weren't the person I was worried about Triss."  He watches to see what happens as they knock on the door.  

As Triss gets close enough to knock on the door, she sees a small sign that reads The Cultured Cow. With the knock, a high-pitched voice calls out from within, “Come in, come in! Yes, we’re open! Welcome to the Cultured Cow!”

"The Cultured Cow..." Triss mumbles. With a little wrinkle of their nose, they look back at Tellior and shrug. "And of course you didn't see it - my keen eyes are why you all keep me 'round." They soften their words with a playful wink before pushing open the door and stepping inside.

Upon entering, the smell hits you first: tangy, musty, pungent cheese. Then you see the source: a wide variety of cheeses stacked on counters, wrapped in cloth, protected by rinds. A gnome with braided red hair, pale pink skin, and an embroidered apron sits on a tall stool, slicing some cheddar on a wooden board. She greets you all with a warm smile, “Hello! As I says, welcome to the Cultured Cow! I’m Cindrahal Leafsweep. How can I helps you today? We have many fine cheeses as you can see. And some fresh Everfrost apples to go with it. One of the best ways to eat cheese, I'm sure you know: a slice of sharp cheddar and a slice of crisp apple. Here, try it!” And she holds out a sample.

"I would rather we hurry but even a paladin of the blade has to stop and admire this place"  ember reached into a pouch as he turned to cindrahal. "Do you have any suggestions?"

Kellen follows the others in the shop and is immediately drawn by the smells and sights of the cheese and other foods.  Although he is hungry, he is holding to the back of the group and keeping to himself.  He is tempted by the sample, but the exchange at the hat store has made him a little wary and he follows the lead of the others for now.  He looks around the shop, looking for any connection with the smashed pie cart outside. 

Perception: 6

Celesta enters the shop and says “. Wow, lovely shop.  smells wonderful.   I hate to bring bad news, but do you know anything about the pie cart that looks like it was run over out here?”