Back to Edge and his master, Ameiko Kaijitsu: They listened to the speeches at the start of the ceremony. She then turns to her friend with a friendly and comedic ordering voice
"Come in Edge, we'll have to return back to the tavern, we have a lot of work to do for the lunch ... and don't say master!" She gives a slight sigh, not a sigh of stress or pain, but of the hilarity that he won't listen as he has not in the past, and she rather finds it funny that they repeat this over and over. They return to the Tavern getting food ready so that they could get back in time for noon's event and lunch. Ameiko cooks her supreme famous curry-spiced salmon, and readies the tankard filled with early winterdrop mead. She cooks the food, and gives Edge the food with the tankard one trip at a time to their tent at the square. He easily does the task well, and they make their way back to the square to prepare the food even more so.
For everyone else: Father Zantus and his acolytes start wheeling a large covered wagon towards the square, everyone follows with curiosity in their minds as what is in that wagon. They make their way to the square with the wagon in front of the podium. The father steps upon it with the words of religious history of Desna
"Long ago before our forefathers existed, and when man and woman was young, Desna first fell to the earth. The fall was painful, and it wounded her, but all was not lost. A blind boy found the ever caring goddess and nursed her back to health and saved her. For his efforts and reward, she turned him into an immortal butterfly to travel the world and spread Desna's word." With that Zauntus pulled back the wagon's cover and thousand of swallowtail butterflies fly out and swarm into the air, spiraling in a riot of colour. A great cheer is emitted from the crowd, and the children spend their time in futile to catch them.
Foreveryone: Lunch is served for free at the expense of Sandpoint's taverns. Each brings its best dishes to promote the taverns, and feed a crowd of hungry people. The Hagfish serve their lobster chowder, and the White Deer serve their peppercorn, but they are overshadowed and lost to Ameiko Kaijitsu's remarkable curry-spiced salmon and early winterdrop mead. People bunch around the Rusty Dragon's tent for seconds. This goes till sun set as the people enjoy the food, drinks, dancing, and any other entertainment there is.
As the sun sets: Father Zauntus takes the stage to begin another speech. Our adventerous party being near the podium to get a better hearing this time. He uses a thunderstone to gain everyone's attention. A sharp retort, like the crack of distant thunder, slices through the excited crowd as the sun's setting rays paint the western sky. A stray dog that has crawled under a nearby wagon to sleep starts awake, and the buzz of two dozen conversations quickly hushes as all heads tirn toward the central podium, where a beaming Father Zantus has taken the stage. He clears his throat, takes a breath to speak, and suddenly a woman's scream slices through the air. A few moments later, another scream rises, then another. Beyond them, a sudden surge of strange new voices rises-high-pitched, tittering shrieks that sound not quite human. The crowd parts and something low to the ground races by, giggling with disturbing glee as the stray doge gives a pained yelp and then collapses with a gurgle, its throat cut open from ear to ear. As blood pools around its head, the raucous sound of a strange song begins chanted from shrill, scratchy voices.
"Goblins chew and Goblins bite.
Goblins cut and Goblins fight.
Stab the dog and cut the horse,
Goblins eat and take by force!
Goblins race and Goblins jump
Goblins slash and Goblins bump.
Burn the skin and mash the head,
Goblins here and you be dead!
Chase the baby, catch the pup.
Bonk the head to shut it up.
Bones be cracked, flesh be stewed,
We be Goblins! You be food!"
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Clear whatever conversations you have, and whatever roleplay you have before the battle begins just end the post with how you're entering combat, and roll for initiative. Five goblins scurry out from under a cart North West where the party is standing in front of the podium at aboot 40 feet away. Knowledge local works on goblins.
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