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

[El Jefe]

"Just my head." she says. "No, that's not mine."

"Let me help you to your tent", offered Oirhandir. "Do you have any idea who could be behind this?"

As he helped her to a resting place, Oirhandir asked around for Lord Valdor. Surely he would be very concerned to hear that something like this had happened inside his camp.

Oirhandir slipped the strange white cloth into one of the pockets of his cloak. Perhaps Troi could make something of it.

 

[Bront]

OOC: El Jefe, not ignoring you, giving LF another day or two to catch up/figure out were Valdor is

 

[El Jefe]

OOC: No problem. And yes, I understand that it hasn't dawned on Oirhandir yet that Valdor is not present in the south fields (let alone at his camp).

 

[Bront]

OOC: Paging GW and LF... (I figure GW has school, not sure where LF is off to)

 

[GnomeWorks]

"Ya dance well." Troi says as Melinda joins him once more.

 

[Bront]

"Ya dance well." Troi says as Melinda joins him once more.

"Ye're not too bad yourself." She says as she presses herself against you lurridly before spinning away.

(Nat 20) You detect a glimmering of that familiar smell you've been looking for, though it's not her smell.

 

[GnomeWorks]

Troi nods in thanks. He pays more attention to the scents around him, but continues to dance, hopefully navigating his way closer to the scent if he can manage to pinpoint it.

 

[Bront]

Again the dancers spin and twist and change partners. Troi picks up traces of the scent on all of his partners, till Melinda returns to him again. Finaly, the dance ends, with Melinda close in his arms.

"Ya look a bit distracted. Not enough woman for ya?" she asks with a sly grin.

 

[GnomeWorks]

Melinda
"Ya look a bit distracted. Not enough woman for ya?"

Troi smiles slightly at that.

If it's on all of them, then they might all be in on whatever is going on. Be on your toes, Troi. Don't let them know you can smell them out.

He then shakes his head. "I'm not distracted. Jus' lettin' m'mind wander."

 

[Bront]

"Well, I hope it's wander'n to a happy place." She says. "Care ta sit a spell? You you rearin for more?"

Several of the other men sit down, and Rinaldo calls for drinks for them all.