Festival of Halina (Orsal Judging)

[Bront]

The mayor, looking a bit confused about some of the odd terms being thrown about, but does say "Well, marriage would be an acceptable course of action, assuming it was done in the next few days. You would have to remain here for some time, and I would personaly lead a party to hunt you down and hang you from ... an appropriate place... if you were to take off." he says with a stern gaze at Sunny.

At this moment, Daphnie barges into the office, tears streaming down her eyes "Daddy, what did you do?" she cries. She looks around and then says "Daddy, how could you?" and darts back out of the office. The mayor quickly takes off out the door calling "Daphnie, dear..."

The Sherrif looks around, then at the party. "Well, now's your time to talk to him if you want to. I'm sure the Mayor will be back soon." He walks over to the door and sits at a chair just beyond it. Sunny is nearly on the other side of the room, still sitting.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Did you see her crying at what her father has done? See how he shames her? What a horrible parent, to annihilate her zhal so...the biggest crime committed here against the girl is by her father, I think."

 

[El Jefe]

"It is fortunate that I am here", thought Oirhandir. "Perhaps my travels have brought me wisdom, or at least some understanding of how different peoples resolve such things."

He turned to Lasair. "It is not as simple as you suggest. Everyone is acting in accordance with their own customs, and with the best interests of those they love. Yet, all is not well. Several misunderstandings are the source of all the unrest. Most serious is the misunderstanding between Sunny and Daphne. Once that is dealt with, we can address the misunderstanding between Daphne and her father."

The elf then addressed Sunny. "Sunny, I saw you three days ago, and you seemed a happy young man. A day later, you were drinking enough ale for 10 men, and losing the struggle to remain upright. Surely you did not...er, 'flatten the leaves' with Daphne that night." He felt uncomfortable using an elven youth's giggled term to describe the act, yet thought it far preferable to some of the coarse words he'd heard sailors use. He continued: "What I want to know is if you met Daphne last night, and if so, what thoughts did you exchange. Upon that rests these whole proceedings, and indeed, the fates of several spirits here."

"This is it", thought the bard. "With both their answers to that question, the sun should fall on the path through the darkness." He waited for the young wizard's reply.

 

[LogicsFate]

"Did you see her crying at what her father has done? See how he shames her? What a horrible parent, to annihilate her zhal so...the biggest crime committed here against the girl is by her father, I think."

"Yeah" Elise sighs "Well, sunny..." Elise stops unable to come up with any words

 

[Bront]

"Well, I was with her the first night, and she told me she was 17." Sunny insists. "But two days ago, I saw her with Troi, and figured she found him more suitable."

Troi interjects here "I only showed her around the festival. She was looking for you and quite upset that she didn't get you for the Master of Cerimonies."

Sunny seems to brighten up a bit at this. "Well, yesterday I was partaking in the cerimonial beer as well. I don't remember seeing her then..." he trails off.

 

[El Jefe]

"He didn't answer my question", Oirhandir thought to himself.

"Troi, Sunny, did either of you see her yesterday?", he asked rather pointedly. Something was nagging at the elf's conscience. Something didn't quite fit. Where had the girl been yesterday? And how had the mayor gotten reports that they'd been with each other more than once if Sunny had spent every day since the first with his face in a mug?

 

[Bront]

Troi shakes head in a negitive responce.

Sunny said "Well, perhaps I was too drunk to remember, though with her, that'd be realy hard, if you know what I mean." He catches himself again and blushes.

 

[El Jefe]

This revelation clearly alarmed Oirhandir. "Two days ago", he exclaimed to Sunny, "you were so soaked with ale that you could neither stand nor walk. Do you mean to tell me that you were in the same state last night as well?" The elf thought it impossible for a man to perform in such condition, despite the mayor's report to the contrary. What was going on here? Sunny hadn't drank so heavily at the Red Dragon, why was he trying to drown himself in it here?

 

[Rystil Arden]

"It would appear that perhaps the girl has been with several men," Lasair ponders, "Either that or she was doing something else that her suspicious and cold-hearted father mistook as such."

 

[Bront]

Sunny nods in responce to Oirhandir's inquiry.