Simeon: (The maul missed you, so no damage)  The greasy haired thug is unable to knock you down.  Completing your spinning action, the boy is now held in front of you, struggling fiercely, while the thin man sprawls at your feet.  Meanwhile, the large green skinned thug is looking panicked.  You notice a distinct resemblance between him and the boy.

EDIT: It's your turn, will you release the boy to make that two handed attack?

Warhammer (wielded two-handed) attack versus large greenish fellow: 10 (If successful, he takes 9 damage). I then use action surge to make a second melee attack on the large greenish fellow: 19 (If successful, he takes 12 damage).

Simeon Grey 

I choose not to squash the larger fellow like a bug with my warhammer. I do, however, give the fellow who's sprawled on the ground a kick (unarmed strike: 22; critical hit, 6 HP damage). I then look squarely at the larger man and shove the boy directly at him.  Both of my hands are now free to wield the warhammer, and I hope he takes the hint. 

Quill (not sure about Demoiselle yet): As you scan the crowd you spot the firbolg's head raised above the others, not far from the steps.  Rushing forward, you manage to catch up to him next to a booth selling live chickens.  He turns at your arrival and steps to the side.  Behind him you see Quiqwil, a wilting flower wreath almost down to his knees, and behind the gnome stands the bent, wizened figure of Dawnlord Wintermoon, wearing his long white robe of office with a yellow stole and carrying his ancient gnarly wooden staff.  Upon seeing you, his eyes crinkle warmly as he greets you with a smile.  "Ah, Quill, my favorite scholar.  How are you, my child?"

Demoiselle perception check: 13

Korlan

as i begin to organize the room, do I notice anything out of the ordinary?

Perception: 8

Korlan: This is a huge task.  It will take you quite some time and several searches to look through it all carefully.  You do, however, find some books that show High Lord Emeritus had a strong interest in the history of the basilica and it's construction.  You also find a smaller book written entirely in Yuan-ti.

Demoiselle: You are only a few steps behind Quill as he shoves through the crowd, both of you excited to find your mentor.

Esvaris: The class only lasts about thirty minutes.  They will meet again twice more at the same time each day.  You are really starting to get the knack of this!

EVERYONE:  You hear the sound of the noon bells ringing out across the basilica and the square, a lovely carillon calling you to rest and eat.  Korlan can already smell the delicious food being laid out in the common area of the rectory.

Quill can't help but smile at the sight of Dawnlord Wintermoon.

"I am well, sir! But," he says, frowning,

"If I may ask, sir, why were you not at the Basilica? Dawnlord Menges and Lord Atterley were very confused by your absence."

Quill looks down, flushing as he suddenly remembers the lies of the other two novices.

I will clean up as much as I can, sparing a quarter of my cleaning time going over the books. I want to make it look like I’m actually trying to clean as much as possible. As I clean up, I want to hide away the book written in Yuan-ti. As far as the rest of the books, I want to pile them up by subject manner. 

As far as organizing the rest of the High Lord’s belongings, I want to look for any hand written notes. 

I come out of the room as the bells toll to the smell of food. I speak with Sister Naphtali. “This is going to take me a lot longer than I initially thought. Who ever moved the items created quite a mess. A break will do me good though.” I sit up at the bar, eyeing over the food. “Who prepared all this wonderful food?”

Esvaris

I will follow the bulk of my fellow students, hopefully to wherever lunch is. I would like to make conversation with some of them. I'd like to talk about how much I like this class. By the end of most classes, I'm trying to figure out how to prank the teacher. I found that one interesting and engaging.

 Simeon Grey

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Simeon Grey 

I choose not to squash the larger fellow like a bug with my warhammer. I do, however, give the fellow who's sprawled on the ground a kick (unarmed strike: 24; critical hit, 6 HP damage). I then look squarely at the larger man and shove the boy directly at him.  Both of my hands are now free to wield the warhammer, and I hope he takes the hint. 

Korlan: After what felt like a significant amount of work you have made a noticeable difference in the room.  Sister Naphtali pokes her head in for a moment as you are finishing up to tell you that the noon meal is ready and you can see by her admiring expression that you have done well.  After stacking and organizing several piles of books, you find one last book under the dusty rolled rug leaning in the corner.  A parchment paper slips out of it.

 Quill: Nodding his sage head in understanding of your confusion due to his late appearance, the wise old elf draws close and pats you on the shoulder comfortingly.  "Sometimes what at first seemed wisdom, later reveals itself to be folly." He gives you an enigmatic look. "At this time, I will not be joining you at the basilica, and it would be best if only those of the Second Sun know I am here."  Looking at Forest and Quiqwin he says quietly, "Fear not. I will keep these two with me and out of trouble." His voice and expression both become serious and his eyes focus inward as if seeing something troubling. "Much must come before we meet again." His eyes return to study your face. "Child of my heart, turn the light the goddess has given you fully to her purpose. Remember that 'perfect light casts out darkness'."

Demoiselle: Dawnlord Wintermoon arches an eyebrow when he see you.  Of all his novices, you have walked the darkest path.  He smiles upon you with compassion in his eyes. Having seen that inward look of his before, you wonder if he saw a vision concerning you just now. "Remember, little one, that darkness cannot drive out darkness," he tells you somberly.  Then, having spoken to each of you, he turns to go, your two cleric friends trailing behind him, still smiling with an unnaturally peaceful look on their faces.

Simeon: The larger of the two clutches the boy to himself and kicks his friend to get up off the ground.  None of them attempt to stop you as you back up and become swallowed by the crowd.  There is almost a sense of relief that you did not take things further.  Just before you move out of ear shot you hear the thin man complain with a pained voice to his partner, "What is it with those clerics? First that high lord fellow and now this novice?  We need to pick softer targets." Then their voices are lost as they, too, move off into the chaos of the market square.

Esvaris: You strike up a conversation with the gnomish girl, Tryma, after class.  She, too, enjoys Friar Bernard's classes.  You learn that she is not actually a cleric of Usoara.  Rather, she is a druid who is paid a small fee to remove pests from the basilica and keep them away from the gardens. "But ol' Bernie lets me sit in on his classes, anyway," she winks conspiratorially.  Arriving at the rectory for the noon meal, she offers to share a table with you.  Her sweet voice and infectious laughter are hard to resist.

Korlan: You see Sisters and Brothers of all stations and ranks bringing the food from the kitchen, pouring water for those at the tables, and cleaning up as others eat quickly and leave.  Sister Naphtali confirms that everyone who lives and works in the basilica takes turns helping in every area, including hospitality.

Esvaris

Do I see any of my friends already seated? If so, I will suggest that Tryma and I sit with them. If not, I will sit with Tryma and wave my friends over as they arrive. I want to discuss the morning with them.

Simeon Grey

I make my way toward the Basilica, doing what I can to tidy my appearance and hide any evidence that I had trouble getting along with the locals. I recall being told that the noon meal was optional, but I do hope to see Korlan, Quill, Demoiselle, or Esvaris and to learn if anything of note took place while I was separated from them.  If, however, I find myself among strangers, I look for an open seat and do my best to make a new friend.

Quill watches him leave, perplexed.

He shakes his head after Wintermoon is gone.

"So, how about that meal?" he says, starting back towards the Basilica.

Esvaris: You see Korlan sitting at the bar talking to a tall, pretty black woman with a mop of curly brown hair. She is telling him, "It was Emungo and another novice. They were in a hurry, as usual. Thank you for working so hard to undo the mess."

Simeon: By the time you enter the rectory you see Esvaris and Korlan together with a gnomish girl. She's wearing overalls and has her short hair slicked back into a club tail.

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Simeon Grey

I make my way toward the Basilica, doing what I can to tidy my appearance and hide any evidence that I had trouble getting along with the locals. I recall being told that the noon meal was optional, but I do hope to see Korlan, Quill, Demoiselle, or Esvaris and to learn if anything of note took place while I was separated from them.  If, however, I find myself among strangers, I look for an open seat and do my best to make a new friend.

Quill (and possibly Demoiselle) are the last to arrive at the rectory, having had to shove their way through the market.  It was very tempting to simply stop and buy some of the many foods on offer there in the square.  Upon entering the rectory doors they see that the room is quite packed with residents of the basilica both eating and serving one another.  Your friends all seem to be gathered at one large table near the bar and have a guest with them.  The smell of vegetable soup and baked potatoes fills the room.

"Oui, let us go." Demoiselle said and then followed Quill back to the rectory in troubled silence. 'Darkness cannot drive out darkness' was a phrase she had heard a lot in her early days and now she worried what shadows might flow apon her path here. She certainly worried about the blue blue liquid and it's apparent effects. She was roused from her musings by the rumbling of her stomach and chuckled. "Well, it is good we are here in time. It seems our fellows are over there."

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Korlan: After what felt like a significant amount of work you have made a noticeable difference in the room.  Sister Naphtali pokes her head in for a moment as you are finishing up to tell you that the noon meal is ready and you can see by her admiring expression that you have done well.  After stacking and organizing several piles of books, you find one last book under the dusty rolled rug leaning in the corner.  A parchment paper slips out of it.