Festival of Halina: Adventurers Gone Wild! (Orsal Judging)

[Rystil Arden]

(OOC: Lasair has said what she needs, and Troi is an authority figure. She'll let him take care of this for now)

 

[El Jefe]

"Sir, I just met you, and you come at me with this rubbish note," she points to the scraps in the ground "and claim that the most unique instrument on display is yours. I just brought it out from storage this morning after selling one of my other treasures."

"Well, if that's rubbish", said Oirhandir as he approached the booth, "then you'll have no objection to my taking a look at it." Oirhandir carefully gathered every scrap of the note, then retreated a short distance away out of the hustle of the festival to arrange the scraps like so many pieces of a puzzle. Once he had arranged them to his satisfaction, he began a chant in a language similar to that of dragons, but not quite that of dragons. He motioned with his hands over the scraps, sometimes rubbing the seam where two scraps butted against each other. Slowly, the edges of the paper began to reach out toward each other, joining and becoming whole once again. When he finished, he held the note entire, good as new, or at least as good as it was before it was torn into pieces. He presented the note to Troi.

"Here is his receipt, made whole again by my magic", he informed the student of nature. "What do you make of it?"

OOC:[sblock]Using Mend on the scraps of the receipt, so long as the woman doesn't interfere. 2 0th level/2 1st level spells left. Oirhandir will examine the receipt to see what it says, but will not attempt to determine if it's a forgery until he has an opportunity to examine both the merchant's and the customer's handwriting.[/sblock]

 

[Bront]

The woman scoffs but does not interfere.

The note does indeed appear to be a reciept to reclaim a Mandolin that is being repaired for 50 gold. The ink appears to be a day old, or at least not very fresh.

 

[LogicsFate]

Valdor says to Elise, before she gets too far in trying the dresses on, "Would you like me to close the tent?" Apparently, in her haste and awkwardness, she had forgotten to do so.

OOC: Don't forget to update the first posts in the old thread with any updated info (I use it for rolls and such a lot)

Whirling around, Elise closes it herself, and stands alone immensly imbaressed. Trying on a colorful dress robe, she will model it for Valdor.


OOC:[sblock] sorry lost a day, I'll get on it[/sblock]

 

[Bront]

"You look wondeful Elise." Valdor says with a smile. "May I?" he asks, approaching with a few pins and a mesuring tape.

 

[GnomeWorks]

Oirhandir]
"What do you make of it?"

Troi looks at the note, then shrugs. He then lifts it to his nose and takes a deep whiff of it, trying to get a feel for the smell of the ink. He looks to the merchant.

"Tryin' ta be impartial here, so don't act like I'm accusin' ya a doin' anythin'. But would ya mind givin' me a sample a th' ink ya use fer writin'? I'm guessin' ya gotta have some, since ya probably write out things like this pretty often, y'know?"

OoC: [sblock]Trying to determine if there's a difference in the smell, after accounting for aging (if that's even possible).[/sblock]

 

[Bront]

The woman, a bit confused, offers her ink over to Troi. While normaly, you'd not realy expect to find much of a smell in the ink, there is a slight trace of an odor on the note that matches the ink in the vial, though Troi does not know how distinctive it is. However, both the bottle and the note have a fairly distict smell that you think might be the woman, and for the smell to permiate the bottle and the note, Troi would suspect both had to have remained in contact with the woman for an extended period of time to pick up the scent and it's full subtlties instead of just a mild whif one might expect of an object only quickly handled. (Search Check 19+7=26)

 

[GnomeWorks]

Troi looks at the woman.

"What? Never seen a guy smell somethin' before?" He smiles slightly.

"Y'know, I'm pretty good at recognizin' scents when I come across 'em. An' if I said so myself - an' I do, in this case - th' ink on th' note an' this ink've been around ya," He indicates the woman with a nod of his head, "fer awhile. I mean, the scent is pretty deep in th' ink an' th' note... not like it just picked it up from ya handlin' it jus' now, y'know? An' what'er th' chances that you an' another merchant use th' same ink, and this guy here managed ta pick up th' same ink? Pretty slim, I'd say."

He sighs.

"What I'm sayin' is that ya wrote th' note, an' I think ya owe th' guy his mandolin. I can check that, too, if ya'd like, but I think that it'd smell like 'im if it's been 'is fer awhile, y'know? Can't argue with smell. It don't lie."

 

[Bront]

"You know what, this isn't worth the agrivation." She grabs the Mandolin and sets it before the man. "Here, take it. I've never seen someone come up with such a contrived scheme in my life for 250 gold. First getting robbed on the way here, and now this. Some festival. Now go bother some other poor merchant."

The man scowels but says nothing, as he gently picks up his mandoling, gives it a quick inspection, and then walks back over to where Oirihandir and Troi came from (probably with them).

Once out of the immediate vacinity, the man says "Thank you good Sirs. I owe you a great debt. As I said before, this mandolin is realy all I have left of my family, and it means more to me than mere gold. You interceded when others just ignored it. I am in your debt. What brought you to come nad intercede on my behalf?"

 

[GnomeWorks]

Merchant
"Now go bother some other poor merchant."

At that, Troi approaches her slightly, and speaks softly.

"I'll be keepin' an ear out fer ya... er maybe a nose. An' if I hear er smell somethin' I don't like, I might come back an' have a little chat with ya. Maybe ya'd like ta have th' sheriff involved in that one, ta make sure I don't get violent, y'know? 'Cause that wouldn't be pretty. Wouldn't wanna mess up yer shop er anythin'." He smiles darkly. "An' don't think I'm scared a yer Bruno or whoever... I'm sure I've seen things whose leavings were at least 'is size. So let's keep things fair, 'cause I don't wanna hafta come back 'ere an' I'm sure ya don't want me to, either."

He smiles, tilting his head at her slightly, and resumes his normal volume. "An' have a nice day."

Mandolin Man
"I am in your debt. What brought you to come and intercede on my behalf?"

Troi gestures to Lasair. "Ya can thank her, she's th' one that pointed ya out."

"As fer why we helped ya out..." He pauses, considering. "Well, jus' call it luck, y'know?"