The elf's face barely moves at Quay's excitement. The human, however, immediately smiles, and before even thinking of answering Quay's question, he exclaims, "Wow, fruit!" he looks excitedly between the elf and then back at the half-orc. "I haven't had fresh fruit...and I mean real fresh fruit...in some time!" 

The elf nods a bit. "The food will be nice." 

It is important to note as well that the half-orc in the back has remained silent this whole time, seeming to be appreciating the break from pulling the cart. The dwarf in the back of it appears to still be asleep and undisturbed from the talk occurring around him. 

Leander, there are so many vast fields that your eyes cannot manage to focus well enough on any particular one and discern any details. The overwhelming number of bushes and plants moving in the wind makes looking for any motion or light very difficult. 

I think he sort of gets lots in his own head thinking about how the soft motion of all those plants int the wind reminds him of the ocean back home. 

Seeing that the elven stranger looks to be in a hurry, Olivier continues talking to hold them off and maybe learn more about them.

"That’s great! Is it your first time at the festival and in Goris? We’re always happy to see new faces here.", he says with a smile. "Oh name’s Olivier, by the way. If you feel ill during your stay in town, just come over and I’ll get you back on your feet."

He then turns his attention to the inebriated human. "My apologies. I didn’t catch what you said. Something about lights?"

The elf seems to be a bit annoyed with the prolonged interaction, but he quickly shakes it from his face before responding, "It's our first time. We are stopping through Goris on our journey elsewhere. It is fortunate our travels aligned with such a festival." The elf then nods, continuing on in the same cold tone, "I will keep your profession in mind during our stay."

The human laughs boisterously in response to Olivier's question, though it's not necessarily apparent why, and this time the inevitable finally happens. His leg slips off his horse and he tumbles onto the dirt path, his legs in the air. The elf sighs with deep frustration.

“Uh oh!” Quay exclaims as the human falls off his horse. He rushes over and picks him up, trying to get him back on. “You should get him to an inn, he needs to sleep the night off or he’ll hurt himself, or worse, someone else,” Quay says.

Not to cut in but Leander is going to stay for a minute or so after this group makes it sort of back to town and then come down.

He wants to see if there is anyone else out there but doesn't want to let them get so far away that he can't help if things go south. 

The elf nods, and after the human has gotten a hold of himself back on his horse, the horses start to walk away. "Good night," the elf says, though this seems mostly an obligatory pleasantry than a true heartfelt goodbye. The half-orc takes a deep breath before grunting and picking the front of the cart back up, following close behind his two horse-riding compatriots. You can watch them descend down the hill into the distance, approaching the first establishments in Goris. 

Quay watches as the group with the cart rides off. After a bit, he says to Olivier, “The elf seemed a little weird, don’t you think? He really didn’t want to be talking to us.” Quay tries to see where that group is going, specifically if they are entering the town or going out to the farms.

Perception (advantage with Hunter's Mark): Natural 20! (22)

Olivier nods. He wasn’t quite sure what, but something was up with those travellers. "You’re right. Seemed eager to get on his way. Let’s see where they’re headed and rejoin the group.", he suggests.

I think at this point Leander would also try to rejoin the group, unless he sees anything else of note.

Quay, your focus is intense and unwavering as you watch the group, specifically the elf, make their way toward Goris. It seems that they are indeed heading into the town, in fact in the direction of Stiros's establishment that you all had just come from not too long ago. 

Once he's confident that the rude elf and his companions are headed into town and don't seem to be causing trouble, Olivier returns to the tower to rejoin the group. 

"Well. I think it might have been a false alarm. They look suspicious, but I'm not certain they're the ones we're looking for. Other than bad manners and a bit of public intoxication, they didn't do anything wrong. Any thoughts?", he asks as he looks to the members of the group.

Quay sighs. “They’re heading into town, in the direction of Stiros’ inn. They’re probably not the ones we’re looking for,” he says disappointedly to everyone just as Leander catches up. “I, uh, guess we should keep waiting until we find something? Or should we go out and search?”

"We could go look into the last place an attack occurred and see what we find there."

He looks down the road in the direction the travellers went, "We could also go ask Stiros later and see what he has to say about them. If you don't trust them it's worth looking into but I can't imagine there going to burn the tavern down tonight."

"Was the elf a dark elf? I think Stiros specifically mentioned a dark elf being worrisome."

Quay shakes his head. “No, he was a high elf. Most likely from a noble family or a big city. Kind of like me, though I’m an eladrin rather than a high elf.”

"Not all high elves are nobles," Araleth counters. "Unless I'm completely misremembering my entire life, of course."

“No…I…that’s not…I didn’t mean…” Quay says, flustered.

"Wow! Somebody's pricklier then an angry spike fish. I am 100% sure that our friend Quay did not imply that all high elves are noble. Just like I didn't imply that all spike fish are angry. While I didn't meet the elf I'm gonna assume Quay put his together assumption that he might be a noble with more than just the fact that he was a high else."

Leander turns to Araleth with a kind expression on his face, genuinely not trying to come across as mocking or insulting.  "Your story is your own Araleth and while I can't speak for the rest of our group, if I offended you, I always want to know. But I will say it takes a lot more energy to look for an offense than it does to assume people are just trying to do their best."

And then without really waiting for any response he turns back to Quay and gently pats him on the shoulder, "it's OK my friend I'm pretty sure we all knew what you meant. So what do you say," and he turns to the rest of the group, "should we go check out the scene of the last attack?"

“Sounds like a good idea to me,” Quay says.”Don’t know what we’ll be able to find at night but it’s worth a shot.” While they travel, Quay gets beside Leander. “Thank you,” Quay whispers to him. “I, uh, really hope I didn’t hurt Araleth’s feelings. I don’t really have much experience with the world. My parents were pretty overprotective of me. My…family…never mind…” Quay trails off and shakes his head.

Leander whispers back to Quay, "Ya, I hope I didn't hurt her feeling either, but I don't want her to lash out at you either."

"I'll tell you what though, I would genuinely love to here more about your life, but now," and he looks around the dark fields and lets out a quiet chuckle, "might not be the best time."

"First we stop evil, then we swap stories."