Róisín continues to weave her way through the crowd, trying to look like she knew where she was going.  After a moment to make her ruse seem more accurate, she slowly works her way back over to where Orunmila had gone.  Hopefully far enough to not be immediately spotted by the person she had spoken to, she rejoins her. 

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Róisín continues to weave her way through the crowd, trying to look like she knew where she was going.  After a moment to make her ruse seem more accurate, she slowly works her way back over to where Orunmila had gone.  Hopefully far enough to not be immediately spotted by the person she had spoken to, she rejoins her. 

Roisin steps past the guard and trails her elder companion and the wizard. She tries to blend in with the crowd while also getting close enough to hear the two talking. She manages to hear Ludvige's response to the other bards question. "Orunmila! A lovely name. Tresmudian, isn't it? Or at least something of that nature? As for where I'm off to, I'm just an old man going about his day, making sure everything is ready for the festival. This town relies on me more than even it knows, after all!" He chuckles at that.

" Something like that."

" More than it even knows?  A curious twist of phrase."

" So....here we are two old folks just going about their day.......is there anything that needs particular attention in regards to readiness?", Orunmila says breezily.

Zeymira tries to recall anything she can about arcane tentacles, but the only ones she can think of is the spell by that one creepy archmage who visited the tower last spring to discuss something with Ludvige. He gave her creepy vibes, crimson robes with chains of black iron draped over them. This was definitely something different, but she wasn't quite sure what. She'd probably have to examine it closer to get a good read on its arcane properties.

Meanwhile, as the sorceress thinks, the tentacles keep creeping forward, until they reach Braggus, who stands at the ready with his shield. Slowly, and without any trace of danger, the tentacle gently caresses the shield boss, leaving a swipe of crimson paint on it, the sight reminding the warrior of blood and death.

The mayor, looking frightened, scrambles back away from the thing, then notices the two warriors at the ready, as well as the guards, who both look alert, palming the pommels of their shortblades nervously.

With a squeak, she scampers off, calling back "I have duties to do! You seem to have this under control!" Before disappearing into the crowd, who look miffed at the myseriously fleeing mayor but seem to take no notice of the four warriors ready for danger.

As Roisin approaches the two elder adventurers (though one's days of adventure were long over), Ludvige looks curiously at the new arrival, before seeing that she was with his conversation partner, and nodding, both at Roisin and the words of her companion. After a moment of silence, in which he ponders the bard's question, he answers:

"Curiosity is the key to many wonders, so if something is curious, it must be good, is it not? As for preparations, I think things are complete. Now all that's left is for the 'heroes' to come and test their mettle against the games, eh? Speaking of which, shouldn't you be preparing for the games, the mayor is soon to make an announcement." He says, smiling, a look that is both kind but commanding, the face of someone who is a gentle soul at heart but given authority and who knows how to wield it.

Róisín tilts her head slightly and gives Ludvige a grin. "We really had no idea what the games are all about. Even your apprentice seemed a touch empty brained about it all. Didn't know there were preparations needed. You are right though, we should probably catch up with the others. And maybe find out what we're supposed to be doing."  She looks at Orunmila, "Shall we, then?" 

Even as she speaks, she studies the old adventurer - Ludvige - a moment, trying to get an idea if he's just being helpful, if he's really just trying to get rid of the two women. (Insight: 9) 

Zeymira comments, "I'm begging to think this may be more of a prank than a menace. I can try different magics to see if I can neutralize it. Or if it has a limited reach, maybe just keep people away to keep them from getting their clothes ruined."

“A distraction perhaps?”

{Are the paint tentacles attached to the wall? Or are they free flying serpents of paint?}

"Lets see if this paint can be cleaned off." Zeymira tries to clean paint of the elf guard with Prestidigitation.