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Braggus manages to keep it down! His competitor on the other hand...Well, let's just say he isn't doing so well. I'll spare you the details, but it isn't pretty. "This team is the winner!" the judge says, patting Braggus on the back. "Here, take this!" He hands the barbarian a small pendant to show he won the game,

And with that, you have completed the first challenge! Where would you like to head next?

 Smiling broadly, Braggus hoists the pendant in his right hand. "I give you thanks, friend! This is being only the first victory for the Band of Black Braggus."

Turning to his companions, Braggus seems quite satisfied with their win. "It is being as I said, mountain men are superior to all others in drinking and eating. Where are you thinking we shall claim victory next, friends? I am recalling a temple and windmill, and many other options."

Zeymira asks, "Does anyone have a preference among the docks, the guard house, the temple, the orchard, and the windmill?"

{Which is closest to the tavern?}

“I just need to finish cleaning my utensils of this disgusting food. I’m good to follow your lead on our next challenge.”

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Zeymira asks, "Does anyone have a preference among the docks, the guard house, the temple, the orchard, and the windmill?"

{Which is closest to the tavern?}

 Closest would be temple, which is also located in the town square, the guard house is to your east, the docks to the southeast, the windmill is to the south and the orchard to the southwest.

"If no one has a preference, I'd suggest, the temple, the guard house, the docks, the windmill, then the orchard to minimize doubling back."

Orunmila nodded, pleased that they had come through the trial so well.

" Agreed.....the Temple. And lets hope that's the last food based test."

She turned to lead the way....

Róisín cheers, from a distance, "Great job Braggus!" She hops to her feet but stays back as she sees their competitor fail. "You too Branor and Zeymira!" 

She tries to listen to the discussion, nodding at the decision. "The closest place, the temple. Sounds good to me."  As she sees Orunmila go, she follows out the door. 

Zeymira leads the way across the town square to the temple.

Branor follows, hesitant about what kind of trial will take place in a temple. He was never the religious sort. The gods never seemed to do him any favors so he didn’t see the need to give any in return.

The group, triumphant, if a little queasy, heads for the temple. As they walk through the town square, colorful banners strung overhead from the rooftops, people singing and laughing as the festival has started to get into full swing, the scent of incense reaches their noses, its aromatic smell a nice respite from the previous challenge as the group approaches the temple.

As you enter, you look around, and what you see is pretty cool. Despite being the temple of a small town, you see shrines to all of the gods, though no none is currently praying at them. In the center of the temple is the altar, a carved block of marble with intricate designs and depictions of the gods and their triumphs etched into the stone.

The smell of incense is even stronger here, the various candles and censers adorning the temple, whether resting in small alcoves or hanging from the ceiling, clinking together softly seeing as they arranged like windchimes, the dark curls of smoke, some simply black, some with a soft hint of a more chromatic color curl through the air, providing the place with a calming ambience.

The place only has one or two groups inside, and each of them seems to milling about quietly, whispering to each other on occasion. It is not clear what the challenge is, but as the group looks around, unsure of what to do, someone emerges from a small room set into the back wall of the temple:

Pulling the veil back closed over the infirmary, the priestess of the temple, Kallaya Whisperdawn, looks up as you approach "Oh, hello" She says in a quiet voice "Sorry 'bout the holdup, somebody got a fish hook in their foot, had to help 'em out. 'ere for the challenge?" She asks, her tone soft and drawling