(Unless I'm mistaken, you're agreed to hand Elron over to the authorities?)

Elron watches the exchange impassively, and offers no comment.

Jack nods his head in defeat of his suggestion. He respects his friends opinion even if it does not match his own. He is not a big fan of sending people to prison. Caging people like animals for long periods of time is worse than some of the crimes they committed.

He walks back to Elron and let’s him know they will be taking him to the authorities. He does ask him what he would like done with his cut of the reward. “It will probably be taken by the authorities or possibly stolen by some guards. Is there anything you wish to be done with it, or would you rather just keep it on you?”

Elron chuckles grimly and tosses Jack a pouch stuffed with coins. "I have no use for money where I'm going." He stands and bows. "Lead the way." 

Captain Alais disdains to spare you a glance as she motions for her guards to drag Elron to a detention cell. "We will conduct a trial and determine his sentence." She declares. "You have done your work. The professionals will clean up. "

(Random generator con #2: You end up with characters like Captain Alais.)

"If it comes to it, face your gods bravely, Elron." When Elron is delivered, Elber also greets whatever other guards he recognises by now. The captain may be cold as ice, but it doesn't hurt to be acknowledged by "mere" watchmen either.

Jack goes to Captain Alais, “Captain, I can tell that you don’t care for us very much. Why is that? We have done well to keep your city safe of bandits and murderers, and we have broken none of your laws. Is there not something we can do to earn your respect and trust?”

The guards return Elber's greetings cheerfully. "Good job capturing those bandits. Saves us the trouble, dunnit?" One of the guards laughs, clapping Elber on the shoulder.

Captain Alais looks at Jack in the eye. Though she is half a foot shorter, Jack gets the feeling that he is the one looking up at her. "Alais does not care to interact with those beneath her. Her respect is neither easily won nor easily lost." The captain turns and walks away without another word.

“The feeling is now mutual” Jack whispers in her ear as she turns to walk away. Jack seeing the guard congratulate Elber, “‘Elber here is a good friend to have, especially when the blades come out. Foolish bandits found that out the hard way.”

”Landrae, why don’t we head back to the Pavillion so you can dazzle the locals”

When we leave, Jack will go to the guard that was speaking to Elber and slip him a gold piece. “Find us if there is any news of anyone or anything that we may be able to help with. You have a nice town, we would like to assist in keeping it that way.”

"Well, what's done is done. We've earned a bit of rest, bit let's not make it too long. I'm sure there is more action to be found in this town." Duncan adds as we head out

The guard readily complies, doffing his helm as you depart.

As the group make their way back to the Pavillion, Elber heads off towards the lake. "I will be back after a well deserved bath. Might even buy something new afterwards, these furs saw their days pass long since."

Kai thinking about it decides to join Elber, he is still unsure of the town and thinks that being alone is like being a single fawn in a valley of wolves, and a lake would provide some peace and a chance to commune.

Before leaving the guards, Landrae will enquire as to the local laws regarding street performances, knowing that some towns with established playhouses look upon the act as an offense - and having seen some such unlicensed performers, Landrae would attest that it can be most offensive and the works murdered by those individuals deserve some justice!

Once she understands, she'll head back to the Pavillion with Jack, "That sounds like an excellent idea Jack. It has been all too long since I've had an audience swoon over me, and maybe the less flamboyant look will cause a few surprises amongst the other artists. Plus, troubadours and minstrels are always a good place to ferret out information of things outside the local area, and my purse is already feeling light! Oh, that reminds me..." Landrae hands Jack one of the potions of healing, then passes the others to Duncan & Elber ((if they are both still around.)) "A little something in case Kai and I are ever unable to help."

Jack gives Landrae the bag of gold that Elron gave him to help with the cost of the potions (140 gp). “Why don’t you split this w Kai. Elron helped us with potions after all!”

Unless anything interrupts them at the lake, Elber is content with letting Kai chill in peace and quiet to commune with his spirits, while he himself oils and polishes his two greatswords meticulously before stripping down and diving into the lake for a bath.

Landrae, there are no laws in Thithladroth which prohibit street performances. 

You arrive at the Pavilion in time for the opening of "The Devil and the Fool," a comedic play in which a man evades the temptations of a minor devil through a combination of luck and stupidity. By the time the actors how their way behind stage, the audience is in tears, clutching at their aching ribs. The stage manager, a plump halfling, waddles onto the stage and bows. 

 "Ladies and gentlemen, gentlemen and ladies, I have an announcement to make. If you've ever strummed a lyre, whistled on a flute, or dabbled with any other musical instrument, I would like to invite you on stage for a contest of skills. The grand prize..." A drum roll accompanies the presentation of a chest on a red velvet cushion, carried by a massive half-orc. "100 gold pieces! Step right up, and show us what you've got!"

 A dozen aspiring bards stumble onto the stage, clutching at an assortment of musical instruments. The halfling shakes them each by the hand and wishes them good luck as they pass him.

Landrae thanks Jack for the pouch, and pockets it to offset the price of the potions. Then she accompanies Jack to the Pavvillion, and urges him to take a seat, promising him that the play is a good one and would be an enjoyable diversion after the last few days.

As the play closes Landrae stands to applaud, after wiping the tears from her eyes. As the halfling takes to the stage and makes his announcement, Landrae turns to Jack, drawing her instruments from her pack "Excuse me Jack... I have some coin to procure, and a name to make a little better know round here!"

She takes to the stage and shakes the halfling's hand warmly.

((going back just a bit)) Duncan will thank Landrae for the potion, and follow to watch the performance.

Turning to Jack he'll say "You strike well with your bow when needed Friend. I'm glad to have you aiming at them and not me." with a grin "Now, let's have a seat and see how well our friend does up on stage eh?"

Jack watches the play with Duncan and Landrae, laughing and putting the more serious events of the past few days aside. He does know this is a prime time for the local pickpockets to come out. While the audience is focused on the play, they are making their way through the crowd collecting what they can from the distracted audience. Jack will make sure he and his friends purses are tucked away and protected and keeps an eye out to see if he can spot anyone at their craft. Perception: 18

When Landrae goes up to the stage Jack claps with the masses, waiting to see what she performs and how the crowd reacts.

Jack doesn't see any pickpocketers. Everyone in the Pavilion appears to be here for the show.

None of the the musicians who perform are notably exceptional, save a shy elven maiden who enraptures the audience with her long gold locks and skill with the harp. When she has finished, the audience bursts into wild applause. The halfling steps forward to announce her the champion before he realizes that Landrae has not yet performed. He hesitates, coughs, and yells, with less vigor than before but equal volume, "And now, welcome our final contestant!" He bows Landrae onto the stage.

Landrae, make a Performance check (with an additional +2 bonus to the roll if you are proficient in the instrument you are using) contested by the elf's Performance check. 

Contested Performance: 26

Performance: 22 ((OOC - Nailed it!))

Landrae applauds the elven girl as enthusiastically as anyone else listening in the audience. The notes ringing true and earning professional respect and appreciation from all those musicians in attendance. As the compere seems about to announce the winner, Landrae motions from the side to catch his attention, and at his utterance, she saunters lavishly onto the stage.

To anyone watching, her plain, functional clothes would have only provided favourable comparison to the harmonious movements of her body, and the air of grace with which she moved to the centre stage. She took a bow before the assembled peoples of Thithladroth, set her lute down beside her, and began with her pan flute. Playing notes from a bawdy tavern jig, 'Tinker, Tanner', sure in the knowledge that everyone would know the tune. With a few light steps, she began to dance as she played, small hops and steps to start with, and soon had the audience clapping along to the beat of the tune; after a verse and chorus of the melody, she let he voice ring out over the clamps and stamps of the crowd. 

"A tinker's debt is always paid:
Once for any simple trade.
Twice for freely-given aid.
Thrice for any insult made.

Tinker. Pot mender. Knife grinder.
Willow-wand water-finder.
Cut cork. Motherleaf.
Silk scarves off the city streets.
Writing paper. Sweetmeats. Belt leather.
Black pepper. Fine lace and bright feather.
Tinker in town tonight, gone tomorrow.
Working through the evening light.
Come wife. Come daughter,
I've small cloth and rose water"

As she sings, she moves around the stage, catching the eyes of individuals through the crowd. Upon finishing the last verse, she picks up her lute, and picks up the melody again, but slightly different, the notes interspersed with something more solemn, the contrasting simple notes from the jig against more complex chords being woven into the music in a surprising harmony. Landrae adds to the notes from her lute as she hums along with the song.

The effect on the audience is dramatic, as everyone is caught in a deep reverie having gone from the happy, raucous rhythm to his haunting piece. Landrae feels the effect on the room, picking up on their now total silence. The other musicians who know the piece, all quietly expectant, knowing the coming cresendo to be a demanding section... Landrae starts to build the tune, the tempo slowly starts to rise, and her fingering becomes sharper, the notes becoming shorter, crisper, than in the first movement of the song. The tempo builds at a frantic rate, and Landrae's fingers are now darting around the strings on her lute, too fast to follow from any distance. As the final notes are struck, they hang in the air, fading into nothing as Landrae finally rests her instruments and stands, curtseying to the crowd.