Lost Mine of Phandelver

A bit unnerved at what has just transpired, Rigel stumbles through an apology as he looks about the room. "Uh sorry. I didn't mean....well I mean did but...um what, well, aaaah. I guess what I'm trying to say is I only meant to check on you and not wake you so briskly. But you see some odd things are happening and I sort of...well I kind of had a moment of panic. My apologies. This was not how I intended this to go. If you're feeling better perhaps you'll join us in the common room." Rigel turns to leave but stops as he puts a hand on the door. Only turning his head slightly he says, "Oh and looks like you might have been right about Sildar out there in the woods. We've spoken to the real Sildar and the other seams to have been a fake." Before Marcon can respond Rigel steps out into the hall and goes to find the others.

 It's hard to say whether Marcon's wakening groans had more to do with being woken up, or simply a byproduct of waking at all. But eventually, he manages to sit up by the first third of Rigel's stumbling about for words, pops a few joints, and seemed otherwise more interested in looking about the immediate room with a blank look of curiosity and confusion. It's not until he hears Rigel move on to the door that he finally regards the man. Though he raised a brow at the final statement, Rigel's swift departure left no room for idle speech. And fortunately for Rigel, unless he pointedly sprinted down the hall/closed the door in his wake, he hears no loud reaction out of the ex-farmhand before well and truly out of earshot.

As for Marcon, it took a solid minute or two of silent rumination, but eventually it all clicks into place. Most of it, anyways. Enough to where if there's a window to look out of and he sees the sun rising(more or less), Marcon forces himself to get up, gather what little of his things had been left in the room, and head on downstairs to the common room. And from there.... it depended on what was to be seen below.

Garet will wait outside the inn (assuming he slept in barn) for the rest of the group checking his backpack, sacks with number of different dry leaves and shield

Garet is abruptly woken by the sound of a loud squeezeball horn. His eyes snapped open as a clown on a unicycle swerves around him where he was sleeping in the alley under the eaves of the small house on the north side of the Stonehill Inn. Sitting up and gathering his senses, Garet quickly realizes that the circus is not coming....it had apparently already arrived....in the middle of the night....without any disturbance whatsoever...while Phandalin peacefully slept...

Peeking around the corner of the inn, Garet finds the dirt streets full of colorfully-dressed carnival folk: jugglers, fire-eaters, an organ-grinder surrounded by monkeys dressed like bellhops , stilt-walkers, street magicians, strongmen and at the middle of it all a rather loud and boisterous sideshow barker - full swing into his pitch at passersby, beckoning them into rows of striped tents containing the wonders of the multiverse...

Across the way on the Town Green, an enormous big top was in the final stages of construction and somewhere in the distance Garet heard the sound of roaring lions...

Just as Rigel reaches the bottom step he hears the commotion going on outside. He moves we quickly outside to further investigate. He jumps back as soon as he.opens the door just narrowly avoiding a collision with a clown on a unicycle. He watches with curiosity as the clown rides off squeaking a horn. He notices Garet peeking around the corner and hurries over to his friend. 

Ronk goes out to investigate the sounds once he wake up as well. "That's... New... Right?" The bugbear yawns mightily. "How did they set up so fast?"

"I don't know," replys the ranger, "but I don't like it. Let's grab Garet and then find Van. I don't like being seperated right now." He continues over to Garet. "  Good morning Garet. Have you seen Van?"

'n..no but I s..saw this' points Garet at the enormous top of the circus

A small, ugly cat curls its way through Marcon legs as he stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking for the rest of the party. When the cat sees Vanzaren, its stops in its tracks and hisses loudly at him.

Marcon looks down at the "cat" at his feet. Squints at it even, as if not fully self assured he was seeing what was seeing, before sighing and rubbing at his face. "I.... Fudge it.." With little more than tired upnod to Van, Marcon tries to slowly navigate his way past the cat if it had remained too close to his feet, and just plainly make his way for a bar stool. "Ey, uh.... Tob..... Toblen. Toblen, right... Right?" He asked, squinting at the barkeep for a second, only to shake his head dismissively.

"Whatam I saying... uh... Three things.. How much I owe ya fer the room? How long was I out? And..." Marcon hesitates for just a moment, before then taking a deep breathe. "'n where's... where's Gundren?"

Toblen slides a mug of ale down the bar to Marcon. "Nothin'...about 17 hours...and right behind you..." says the innkeeper in successive responses to the farmboy's questions.

Marcon turns and looks behind him to find the dwarf passed out face down on the floor in the corner of the tavern. A few feet away lay Sildar in a similar fashion, both of them surrounded by scores of empty flagons and a few overturned barstools. 

Vanzaren doesn't look happy at all with the arrival of this circus. In fact, he appears to have packed up all his stuff last night before going to bed. He's even more angry when the cat shows up. Vanzaren glares at it, "Hello, now go away before you get kicked."

"I've seen enough out here. I checked on Marcon before coming out here and he's finally awake. Somewhat anyway. Let's go back inside and see if he's made it down stairs. If he has, then we can all go find Van together." says Rigel. He proceeds back to the common room leaving the others to choose to come with or stay. Once back inside he realizes just how distracted he must have been on his way out. It seems he passed by a lot in his determination to investigate the source of the commotion. He raises an eyebrow in amusement when he spies Sildar and Gundren in the corner. The tone of Van's dismissal draws Rigel's attention away from the passed out friends and turning he sees the blade master glaring at a what he can only describe as a "cat like" animal. "Vanzaren!" He says as he strides anxiously over to the fellow half-elf with arms outstretched and palms up. "It's good to find you here. I was just about to round up Marcon and come find you." He nods towards the bar and gingerly avoids the "cat". " What's your view on all this? I don't like it. Not at all."

"We need to stay," Vanzaren says, still staring at the cat with angry eyes.

Marcon snorts and chuckles seeing the pair. "Guess'n I missed quite a party." He said softly, grinning from ear to ear. But then some bad memories or reality seems to set in, as the ex-farmhand soon had a solemn look on his face. "... Too long.." He murmurs as he looked to ale. Though briefly drawn to Vanzaren again, looking all packed up and ready to go, with a grimace Marcon turned back to Toblen. "I'm guess'n then the others paid up in my stead... carried me too, by the looks of things." He sighed. ".... I... How long ya think'n those two will be out for? Mr. Gundren and Mr. Sildar? And are there are any rooms left they can, uh... sleep off last nights festivities? I'll pay up of course... least I can do." 

"No need," says Toblen with a wink. He then gives a nod to the barmaid who stops what she's doing, grabs a bucket already full of dirty dishwater, and carries it over to where Gundren and Sildar are asleep on the flor. She looks back at Toblen who gives her an affirmitive nod and she proceeds to empty the bucket on the pair.

They both jolt to life and look around as they try to get their bearings. Sildar finally sees his friend sitting next to him on the floor, slaps him on the back and the two burst into laughter. "Good to have you back, dwarf!" says Sildar emphatically. "Looks like we are tardy for morning formation, better get ourselves together and go track down your brothers, yeah?"

The pair then look over to see most of the group already gathered in the front foyer. "Well, what'r ye dolts lookin' at?!" spouts Gundren. "No time to be standin' around like a bunch of numbskulls! Let's get to it!" And with that, the dwarf hopped to his feet, dusted him self off, and heaved his pack onto his shoulder, apparently ready to start his day.

"Gundren," Vanzaren gives one last glare to the cat before approaching the pair. "Perhaps it would be better if we stayed for a bit?"

It takes a few moments for Marcon to register Toblen's plan. So, by the time he thinks to even reach out, it is already too late to stop them. With a wince, Marcon turned away and began nursing his ale, hoping to pretend to have not noticed anything. But no such luck. He flinches as much from Gundren's loudiness as he had from the dwarf's assertions. But without a word of argument, the mug is set down along with at least 5 gold pieces.

Or so he tries to put down the coin. But if Toblen insists on otherwise, a tired Marcon can only nod in acceptance, before then getting up to join Gundren and the rest. "Stay? Wh-.... oh....  Look man, I-I appreciate what'cha try'na do, but I'm well enough, Van. So let's get on with it." Marcon said despite the heavy bags under his eyes, and still looking like keel over from a serious gust of wind.

"Marcon, darling Marcon," Vanzaren smiles at him, "I care about your saftey of course, but this is something different."

Marcon raises a brow at Vanzaren, and then crossed his arms. "... Aight then... shoot. What's supposedly more important than the lives of a couple of dwarves that could be in dire straits right this moment? Is this about the ruckus going on outside?" He asked plainly, and looked to the others (presumably) gathered around as well for answers.