Tandor nods to Trencher's friend. "Tandor, priest of Pelor. Happy to meet any friend of Trench."

Tandor is a human male, a shade under six feet, with wiry build. He wears a white tabard emblazoned with the glowing sun of Pelor. Beneath that is gleaming, well-cared for splint armor. A mace hangs from his belt and a crossbow is strapped to his back.

Kora nods to Tandor, and then looks back to the shop keeper.  Walking up to the counter, she picks up the bundles and weighing them briefly in her arms she smiles and asks, "This seems adequate, what do I owe you?"

After the pleasentlies were done Mixtli turns to the shopkeeper

"I'd like to buy some camp gear aswell as rations. I go everything to cook with except for main ingredients. We'd like to get some for a 4-day track."

Tandor nods, stepping up beside Mixtli. "That's a good idea, Mixtli. I'd like the same, please." Turning to his friend, he says, "I'd like to share cooking duties, if you don't mind."

Kora and the shopkeep wrap up their business, and she steps aside to quietly catch up with Trencher a bit before leaving the shop to see to some other business around town.

Trencher:

"A four day trek? Not attending the Awakening festival then? Would that be four days of travel rations for two of you then? You need the full set of camping gear? Tents, bedrolls, shovel, mess kits and the like?"

Oren chats a bit with Kora and then bids her farewell and says, "See you shortly." 

"Well, along the trek there, we should be able to find berries and plants to eat, too...and Kora will be better at that then the rest of us.  She will meet back with us before we leave town and head back with us to the Druids.  I am happy that you two are good cooks, though!   I do have animal traps, and am pretty lucky with them much of the time.  So maybe we will have some live game for you to cook up for some dinners."

"Just the tent, bed roll and shovel for me, I already got a cooking utensils kit. And yes let's do 4 full day rations." Mixtli answers the shopkeep thinking if he needs anything else.

"A four day trek? Not attending the Awakening festival then? Would that be four days of travel rations for two of you then? You need the full set of camping gear? Tents, bedrolls, shovel, mess kits and the like?"

 

 Tandor nods, "The food, the tent, the bedroll, please. Oh, and a pack horse, or mule. Unless you've got a Bag of Holding you can toss in for a discounted price," he says with a chuckle.

"Hah! Wish that I did! If I could afford giving discounts on those, I'd be doing quite well indeed! I don't handle pack animals myself, but can send you along to Sueth, she'll be able to get you sorted. Anything else you folks need?"

“I will take four days of rations.    Just in case”. He shrugs.  “A horse?   Can you afford that?”

The shopkeeper busies himself procuring rations from the back as well as the requested tents and bedrolls.

He makes a pile for Mixtli of a tent, bedroll, shovel, and some parcels of rations, and a similar pile for Tandor, minus the shovel.

"If that's everything, it comes to seven gold for you, and five to you!"

"Anything anyone else needs?"

"Four days of rations for me, please."  As he digs out some coins.

"Here, tell you what... we'll call the rations a bulk order and I'll knock a bit off, you can sort out how you want to cover it? So five and three, then just another five for the dozen rations?"

"Thank you good sir" Mixtli answers the shopkeep, giving 10gp. "For my equipment and the rations. "

((Sorry for the delay, wife's surgery and recovery are going well!))

The party settles up with the shopkeep, pack up their new belongings, and head out into the town. While the festival is still being set up, it is clear that there is a musicality to the culture, here, folks working on getting things set up ranging from humming tunes to full throated song as they work. Kora left to find her other fellow druids, with the intent to meet up with you and travel together to their grove, so you have a bit of time to wander the town. The townsfolk give you ready smiles and there are welcome greetings from many of them, with reminders to stop back when they are open for business.

Tandor:

((Glad everything went well!))

Mixtli walks around the festival terrain, taking in what kind of shops there are and mostly interested to see any spice shops just in case they are still there when the shops open.

There don't seem to be shops that are dedicated just to the selling of spices, but there are a number of stalls that will clearly be food vendors once they are set up and the festival begins, and Mixtli would likely be able to purchase something from them if they have excess available.

As the party is wandering though the town, taking note of the preparations and stalls that are being constructed and set up, it is Tandor who first notices four folks moving through the bustle that seem out of place. Their clothes are simple and drab colored, while most of the other folks are brightly dressed in clean clothes in contrast to the dirt, sweat and what might be blood. Similarly, their facial expressions and body language seem out of place, the residents have a musicality to their movements, humming or singing as they work, but the foursome walk stiffly, with blank expressions.

Before the cleric can open his mouth to say anything, the raise rusty farming implements and surge towards a group of folks working on setting up what looks to be a game of chance or skill.

Farm Folk: 16
Festival Workers: 12

((Roll Initiative! Everyone but Tandor is surprised, Kora is in a slightly different part of town, so for her please roll at disadvantage.))

Tandor Initiative: 10

Init:  21

Kora initiative w/dis: 3 (nat 1)