(A 13 misses. Not sure why I'd fall over if I took 8 damage though. Also, I'm gonna wait for other people in this scene to react/respond before my next post)

(@Ranger

Please reserve PVP to the dedicated location in town (the barracks). Especially with lethal attacks like firebolt. Persuasion, are you alright with the PVP?) 

(Sorry. He was acting sus.)

(I'm fine with it, just waiting to see what everyone else's—and by that I mean Mordekai's since he's the only other person outside—reaction to this is)

(Do you think that you would be knocked over by a firebolt hitting you?)

(No lol, that's not how spells work)

(Arg, I mean for reality and realness?)

(Dude, you're just going to get your character arrested and thrown in the sanitarium.)

(Before I have my character do anything, do the NPCs react? Fallion is inside the tavern about to welcome the woman who just introduced herself at his table, and I wonder if this ruckus can be heard over the parade from inside the tavern?)

(That escalated quickly. I was in the middle of asking passersby a question and was waiting for their response.) 

(I will ret-con the action. There is strictly no lethal PVP outside of the arena in the barracks. Trishdale is very harsh on crime, an attitude that has kept the town together during these perilous times. The other alternative is that Slurb gets put in prison and possibly executed, and tbh, I don't want to have to roleplay that.) 

( All right then.)

Slurb walks over to the sneaking observer. Rolling intimidation, he asks, "Who are you? And why were you clearly watching us?" Intimidation: 23

(Not sneaking but... ok)

The dark haired man raises an eyebrow, studying the dragonborn and his abrasive attitude before responding in a high pitched, melodious voice, "I am Khan, and who might I have the... pleasure... of addressing?"

It's clear from his tone that he does not find this encounter all too pleasurable.

(I think the DM meant the attack on you)

(Yes, retcon the attack. No PVP. 

Ranger, please play your character in a manner that doesn't antagonize other characters. You can't roll intimidation on a PC.) 

(Oh. Sorry.

Quote from Persuasion >>

(Not sneaking but... ok)

The dark haired man raises an eyebrow, studying the dragonborn and his abrasive attitude before responding in a high pitched, melodious voice, "I am Khan, and who might I have the... pleasure... of addressing?"

It's clear from his tone that he does not find this encounter all too pleasurable.

 Oh..... Sorry. This place has..... Gotten to my head, and made me a little twitchy. I am Slurb.

"Well, Slurb," Khan grins, "That's perfectly understandable. Would you happen to know what the purpose of this procession is? I've observed them for a short while and they seem quite fascinating."

Uh........... It seems like a bit of a Cult Ritual....... It is fascinating, but still...... Undeniably creepy and evil looking......

Slurb, startled for some reason, draws a dagger and stabs the wall for some reason..

Sorry. Just... Twitch I picked up from an older adventure that scared the Nine Hells out of me. 

(Alright then, back to welcoming Limine I suppose.)

Fallion was quickly getting used to the unusual nature of those that claim to be adventurers, and in truth he wasn't sure whether that was a good thing or not. Still, his strict education demanded that he welcome a humble traveler, as is the custom of the land (or at least, his land. He wasn't sure about this place.) "Welcome. We are in fact planning on an excursion soon, and I for one do not mind extra aid. Limine, was it? I am Fallion A. Tl-... Knight Errant. Just Fallion will do." He says with a curt nod and a cordial smile, catching himself mid-sentence.

"Hold on. What's that chanting outside?" He asks the others, not aware of the local customs.

Halloween Event

One of the passerby responds to Mordekai with a shudder, "It's meant to ward off that...thing coming tonight." The passerby then quickly heads off before Mordekai can respond. 

As the procession nears the Tavern, the stocky bartender glances out of the window. "Didn't realize it was that time of year of again," he mumbles. 

He stands in the middle of the common room and yells out, "Alright, happy hour is over. I'm closing up early today. Either go to your rooms or go home." 

Slurb motions for Khan (Is he based of a certain Sci-Fi character?) To come with him. "I'll book us a room or two. Just pay half, and we're even.