It is a bit garish for most faiths. It seems more appropriate to something in theater. It is rooted in real fashion - vaguely Emon - but it has just enough tassels and clasps to be a bit much and not something you would really see outside entertainment, where exaggeration is commonplace. 

Ylis ties it to the top of her staff. Maybe the owner or an associate will see it. Anyplace else is just going to get it dirty, and the person it belongs to might be unhappy about that.

Vazo'yn waits patiently while the others thoroughly investigate the discarded garment. He does think it would make for an interesting piece of performance-wear, but as to who owned it he had no clue.

"Perhaps somebody overindulged and in their inebriated state left it behind. It's not uncommon for folk to drink more than their fill during the festival."

Seeing Joy merrily continuing on her way, he calls out loudly to her, "A moment, Joy. We found something missing its owner."

Joy halts mid-step at the sound of Vazo'yn's voice, blinking and quickly pivoting on her heel. “Oh! Sorry!” she calls back, her cheeks slightly pink with embarrassment. She scurries over.

“A lost item?” she asks, brows knitting with concern as she steps up beside him. Her eyes land on the garment now draped across Ylis’ staff, and she tilts her head thoughtfully, inspecting it with curiosity. “Hm…fancy! Does the festival have a play or show going on, Vaz? A traveling bard might have enough costumes that they could lose one without noticing right away."

Randa had already lost interest in the clothing but as it seemed to catch the others attention she bided her time while they discussed.

DM: The party stands in the middle of the road, now having collected a fine discarded garment, which hangs from the staff of the energetic Ylis. The festivities continue on with or without the Fellowship. 

"Go swimming! You need to get cleaned up!" says the mud gremlin.

OOC: Would Vazo'yn know if there was a play or similar to what Joy asked?

Riven watches Ylis tie the doublet to her staff. He doesn’t stop her, but as she finishes, he speaks low, only loud enough for those closest to catch.

“Don’t know if it’s temple-work, but… when I touched it” his fingers move slightly at his side,  “there was something. Just a thread of the Weave woven within"

He glances at Ylis’s improvised display. “Maybe nothing. Maybe someone clever enough to work magic into something this loud deserves to get it back.”

His eyes trace the nearby road again, scanning the crowd. “Either way, feels like it belongs to someone who matters. Or thinks they matter.”

He falls into step beside the others, one last glance at the garment fluttering from Ylis’s staff like a makeshift banner. His voice is soft but certain. “We’ll see who might come looking for it.”

"Perhaps we'll find the owner at the swimming contest?" Berk says, smiling, ready to get this mud washed out of his hair.

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OOC: Would Vazo'yn know if there was a play or similar to what Joy asked?

 DM: Vazo'yn would know that there is no official theater here in Jigow, but there are a number of street performers deeper into the city who are putting on little plays for the holiday, usually mocking the Dwendalian Empire rather viciously or, in more of a good nature teasing, ribbing the Kryn Dynasty.

"There is no theatre at the festival, but there are usually street performers closer to the town centre," Vazo'yn replies to Joy after a moment's contemplation.

He looks curiously at the garment as it hangs unceremoniously on Ylis's staff, wondering what magic it might hold. He breaks his gaze when Berk mentions the swimming competition, agreeing that for now they had not much more to go on to find the owner.

"The swimming race should be this way," he says and offers to guide the Fellowship toward it. He rubs his hands together to start to work off the drying mud.

"Oh, swimming!" Joy's excitement about the activity is renewed and she falls into step with the others, looking forward to getting cleaned up as well.

The Fellowship takes the main road south, passing Agathe Silverspoon, who is busying herself by tossing out meat pies to a row of new contestants. Ylis marches near the front, the doublet tied to her staff serving as a kind of banner for the Fellowship. However, as her eye catches the stage and the contestants eating with a ravenous passion, she feels slightly queasy. The massive horizonback behind the stage, Agathe’s home, eyes her knowingly.

The party quickens their step, passing an elderly goblin setting up riddles with props. He cackles every time he stumps a challenger, and counts his growing pile of silver. He pauses his performance to watch the Fellowship pass. An entire group of young minds is to the elderly goblin an entire group silver waiting to be liberated. He playfully beckons to the party with a mischievous smile, a silent dare as loud as a foghorn. Upon seeing the group shuffle on, he shrugs and quickly returns his attention to the figurative fish he had already caught on the line.

Several people are gathered on the piers when the Fellowship arrives, arguing among themselves and venting their ire at a spry goblin who responds to their anger with an amused expression. Suddenly, a brash voice cuts through the chatter, and a blue-skinned woman pushes her way through the crowd and stands protectively in front of the goblin, yelling, “She’s not gonna say it again! If you’re here with a team, only one member of your team can participate in the challenge! The rules are clear, and if you can’t handle it, get off the pier!” Her body language is clear in its message: ‘push one more inch, I dare you’.

After just a couple of seconds, small groups of people begin to quietly murmur among themselves and shift nervously. Some among them do leave, not wanting to do the challenge alone. Others start to negotiate with each other to decide who among them will go and who will stay. The blue-skinned woman stands near the goblin with crossed arms, eyeing the crowd. She sees the Fellowship approach, but dismisses them when she assess them and feels confident that they heard the message.

The party looks out into the waters beyond the pier. The Ifolon River, a riverbank that connects the Sorrowseep Waters to the south and drains into the Emerald Gulch Sea, here at Jigow. The fresh water of the river and the saltwater of the sea create density gradients and shear instabilities which make the waters here choppy and turbulent. Only the stout of heart need apply to this race. 

Joy lingers at the edge of the pier, gaze fixed on the rolling, uneasy waves of the Ifolon River. Her brows draw together in a knot of concern as the churning water throws white-capped spray against the pilings, loud enough to drown out the quieter voices behind her. She clasps her hands in front of her, fidgeting with the tip of her braid.

"That's a bit more intense than I was expecting…" she murmurs, more to herself than anyone else. Her eyes flick to each of her friends. Her heart tightens at the thought of one of them being swept under and lost forever. "I think I can make it," she gives a reassuring smile, hoping her volunteering will keep the others from endangering themselves.

DM: The party was seen coming together, but if multiple people do want to participate, that will require a Deception Check. Time to choose your champion(s). 

Riven’s gaze narrows as he studies the restless waters of the Ifolon River. The jagged currents, the sudden swells, all of it speaks to danger beneath the surface. 

He takes a measured breath and turns slightly toward Joy without shifting his eyes from the waves.

“These waters don’t just test strength or speed, they test your ability to read the river as much as fight it.”

He steps forward, carefully studying the river’s flow, seeking any clues in the currents that might help Joy navigate the treacherous waters ahead.

Survival check ( 8+4)=12

It looks like Joy is going to be our champion but if there is another, Ylis will look at them and say "Blessed carrots of the moon, shine upon this woman (or whomever it may be) and give her strength and protection."

Right before the race starts, Ylis will Bless whoever is racing.

 She also tries to observe the rough and scary waters to see if there is an easy route.

Nature check 12

Riven takes a moment to observe the river feeding into the sea. The teams that discuss who will take the plunge fade away as he tries to focus on assessing the water. With so many around, discussing, arguing, laughing, and such, it is difficult for him to gather too much information. It is not a wasted effort, however. Riven can see that the current is strong and will pull someone under quickly. His mind is pulled back to a memory of a river crossing with the Fellowship. There are similarities here, though the waters are not so dangerous. This river is more violent looking, but it is less dangerous in truth; she won't be pulled under by a random vortex and should be able to fight herself up this river with effort. 

"Well unless one of you is interested in sending Giles a message that his friend was lost at sea, I don't think this is the challenge for me" Berk says, nonchalantly taking a step back so he is behind others, especially Joy, in case  the blue skinned woman decides to choose someone herself!