As Orunmila mentions a hunch, a smile crosses Róisín's face. "Ok!" she says as the pair continue to move.  

As the portly halfling starts to call out, she quickly moves towards him, trying to meet him part-way.  "Are you daft?" she says firmly, putting her hands on her hips. She tries to make herself as wide as possible and makes sure she is between the halfling and Orunmila. "I've got a gig," she explains as she shifts her lute from her back to start grabbing it in her hands. "I've got to be there in just a couple of minutes. They are going to be truly pissed when they find out I've been held up." She tries to keep this guard engaged and focused on her, hoping Orunmila might be able to slip by. Or at the very least get a jump on moving along. 

"How long do you suppose I've been working on this? All of the planning and practices! And now you are going to ruin all of it! Do you want to take that on? Do you want to be the one they blame? Well? Come on, answer me, sir! Answer me!"  Róisín just keeps staring down the man.  

(Deception: 24)

Feeling a little foolish.....is she just convincing herself there's a reason to follow this man?......Orunmila leaves Róisín to her blocker duties and Dashes after the old hero.

" Wait! Wait! I need to ask about your Research!."

( Persuasion-  22 )

Mayor Thistlewhistle looks back at the two guards, who glance at her uncertainly. The dwarf gives Braggus a once over, noting his muscular build and wooly furs. The elf looks back at the symbol on the wall, and notices the moving paint just as Branor did. Before the elf can notify the mayor however, she barrels on, her nervousness causing the words to spill out like a fountain.

"Well, you see, we have it all under control. It's really nothing. Just someone showing their Haven pride a little to excitedly. That's all, really!" Her voice gets higher and higher pitched, and the once chuckle turns into a full-blown nervous guffaw. Clearly, she does not do very well under pressure.

Roisin, thinking fast, comes up with a lie quick as lightning. The words flow out of her mouth, the deception one she's used many a time before. The guard looks up at her, a little taken aback by the sudden outburst.

"Oh, I did hear something about musicians playing at the stations...hmm...well, I suppose I can let you through...WAIT!" He yells as he sees Orunmila dash by, already far out of his reach. He thinks about running after her, then decides against it. He'd never be able to catch the bard after all. He just crosses with arms with an indignant "harrumph!" 

As Orunmila calls out, Ludvige turns to look at her, a little surprised. He stops, clutching something small tightly in his right hand. "My research? Ah, you are part of the group my apprentice recruited, are you not?" He says, his voice creaking and gravelly as if it came from an ancient oak tree.

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Mayor Thistlewhistle looks back at the two guards, who glance at her uncertainly. The dwarf gives Braggus a once over, noting his muscular build and wooly furs. The elf looks back at the symbol on the wall, and notices the moving paint just as Branor did. Before the elf can notify the mayor however, she barrels on, her nervousness causing the words to spill out like a fountain.

"Well, you see, we have it all under control. It's really nothing. Just someone showing their Haven pride a little to excitedly. That's all, really!" Her voice gets higher and higher pitched, and the once chuckle turns into a full-blown nervous guffaw. Clearly, she does not do very well under pressure.

 

 Braggus smiles, deciding to keep pressing.

"It is not being a bad thing to take pride in your home! This symbol is related to your village, or the festival? I am not recognizing it elsewhere, it is an old one maybe? Why should we hide it!" he muses loudly, standing back to his full height and, though still maintaining a pleasant demeanor, being sure to loom over the mayor just enough to seem imposing. He raises his voice more than usual, intentionally, in case any bystanders happen to be passing by. "And how odd, the way it is dancing. It is not being a normal paint, is it? You are certain you can handle this...oddity with no assistance? You are having experience with this strangeness?"

He glances at Zeymira briefly, quickly addressing her in Draconic, assuming the Dragonborn is familiar with his native language. "Can you tell what this magic is? Is it dangerous?"