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

"Bah, I'm gettin' nowhere..."

He wanders around a bit, hoping for the smell to show up again. If he doesn't find it after awhile, he looks around for the fortune teller's tent once more.

OoC: [sblock]Which watch was Troi taking again at Ingus' caravan? And is it getting close to that time?[/sblock]
 

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Troi walks into the Freefolk camp, greated by a number of different people, including Rinaldo who waves at him before returning to his drink.

Troi is able to quickly locate the fortune teller's tent, but it appears to be empty at the moment.

OoC: Um, I don't remember. I think he had either 2nd or 4th, but not sure. It's somewhere in the first thread. I'll dig around, but you're probably already nearing 1st watch, or it will start by the time you get back to camp.

Edit: Watch

[sblock=watches]Watch 1: 8pm - 10 pm - Lasair & Oirhandir - By request of Oirhander, and Lasair is not alone. If need be, Oirhandir can rest an hour into the watch if he needs spells.

Watch 2: 10pm - 1am - Troi - Troi is fairly good at noticing things anyway, so darkess won't bother him as much.

Watch 3: 1am - 4am - Fang - Warrior with darkvision, nuff said

Watch 4: 4pm - Dawn/Wakeup (likely around 6 ish) Sunny & Elise can alternate hours. Sunny takes the first hour while Elise studies, and then Elise can take the second hour while Sunny studies. They'll still both be awake, as will Most likely Oirhandir.[/sblock]
 
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OoC: Alright, exact timing doesn't matter, just wanted to make sure Troi didn't miss his shift. :)

Troi waves at Rinaldo as he passes by.

He looks inside the empty tent for a moment or two, then wanders back to where he saw Rinaldo.

"Mind if I join ya fer a moment?" He asks.
 


OoC: Have you tried using black yet? ;)

"Not too much, I s'pose. Jus' lookin' fer somethin'... maybe a person, maybe an answer, I dunno. How 'bout yerself?"
 


GnomeWorks said:
OoC: Have you tried using black yet? ;)

"Not too much, I s'pose. Jus' lookin' fer somethin'... maybe a person, maybe an answer, I dunno. How 'bout yerself?"
"Just relaxing after a long day. I don't think people realize how hard the Dance of Shadows is." Rinaldo replies. "Who are you looking for? Perhaps I can help."

OOC: There, happy? :p
 

Bront said:
"I don't know, but he just couldn't bring himself to look at me or Fang. It was strange."

Scarlet suppresses a giggle, obvious only to Oirhandir.
Once more a vision of Fang and Hellen flashed through Oirhandir's mind. No wonder the mayor couldn't look the two of them in the eye, if he was thinking what the elf thought he'd be thinking. Feeling Scarlet shuddering beside him in a valiant effort to contain her own mirth, Oirhandir became acutely aware of the absurdity of the entire situation. He could picture the scene playing out in front of the mayor:

"Hellen, my dear, could I ask a small favor of Your Holiness? I need someone to safeguard the honor of my daughter, Daphnie, for a few...oh...oh, please excuse me, I...oh, begging your pardon, Your Holiness...I, uh, nevermindandthankyouforthehonorofthisaudiencebest wishestoyourcompanionI'llbeonmywayGoodDay!"

Oirhandir found himself struggling to maintain his own composure. Scarlet meeting his eyes with hers proved to be his undoing as the two elves began twittering like a pair of birds. As he gasped for breath, he attempted an apology. "Forgive me, Hellen, but sometimes His Honor can be so stiff..." Oirhandir and Scarlet collapsed again in spasms of laughter.

Fang chuckled along, too, not really understanding the joke but comprehending that it probably had something to do with someone's pooper, which was always funny.

After a few moments, the elves regained their composure to the point where they could address their companions directly.

Bront said:
Oirhandir has a nagging memory about the Mayor returning to the Sherrif's office in the morning after going to see Hellen...
"Forgive me", said the bard as he composed himself enough to adopt a serious tone. Suddenly a puzzled look crossed his face. He stared at Hellen, stuggling to speak before his gaze became uncomfortable. Then turning quizzical, he asked, "Hellen, I recall that His Honor sought you out at mid-morning, right after the happy announcement was made. Did he not tell you of the wedding then? I can't understand why he would wait until afternoon to break the news, especially since the errand he said he'd beg of you dealt with Daphnie."
 

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