Festival of Halina (Orsal Judging)

[Bront]

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"Yes indeed. Need to prop this up so we can repair the wheel"

One of the elves replies in elven.

The elves seem quite happy of your arival, and your willingness to help. With Fang's help, and Sunny's support, they are able to lift the cart enough to prop it up and slip a log under it to keep it up. With that delt with, they set out at the task of changing the wheel.

"Thank you very much. I think we should be all right, the horses should be able to pull the wagon off the support, and hopefully the cart should hold up. Can we offer you anything for your assistance? Perhaps some fresh pastries for the road? I make the best Elven Jellywine Rolls this.. well... the other side of the river Roars."

 

[LogicsFate]

No thanks needed, though I wouldn't mind trying a roll

 

[Bront]

The elf rumages through a box in the wagon and returns with a fresh roll. You can see a bit of the jelly right underneith it. "'Ere ya go" he says.

The roll is fresh and warm, like it was just pulled from the oven. The flakey crust has a slight buttery taste, and the jellywine filling tingles in your mouth, tasting of fine elvish wine.

 

[El Jefe]

"Fang,

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if you won't eat one of those Jellywine Rolls, I will!"

, chuckled Oirhandir in Orcish...well, to the extent that it was possible to chuckle about anything in Orcish that didn't involve bloodshed.

Turning to the travellers, and shifting to his native Elvish, Oirhandir said,

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"Truly, it was our pleasure to help. But I couldn't help but notice that you are traveling in the same direction we are. Tell me, are you heading to

Covington

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as are we? And did you have to cross the River

Roars

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to get here? I have ill news of that crossing, but good news as well."

 

[Bront]

The elf hands out rolls to any who want them, and gives you a few more for the road.

He replies to Oirhandir in elven,

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"Yes, we are hading to

Covington

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for the festival. What is this news you have of the crossing? We went over it last night, and gave the hard working men who were repairing the bridge a few pastries and he let us pass. I have plenty of them, been stocking up all year for the festival"

 

[El Jefe]

Shifting to the common tongue, Oirhandir continues, surprised to hear that men were working on the bridge: "That's interesting, but I suppose it all makes sense. You see, earlier in the day, we were attacked by bandits near the bridge, but we were fortunate enough to drive them off. They claimed they had paid someone to make repairs to the bridge, but of course they were lying. Perhaps some men really were working on the bridge, but the bandits had driven them off. When the bandits left, the workers must have returned." Oirhandir made a show of looking pleased with himself, as if he had figured out some great mystery. "Say, do you know if one of the workers was named John?" Oirhandir gave the other elf a short description of the bandit that Lasair had questioned.

 

[Bront]

"Come to think of it, they weren't actualy working on the bridge at the time, and they didn't seem equiped to do so either. That explains why they wanted money, but I didn't any to spare, but they took a few pastries." He shrugs "Oh well, no big loss. Got plenty of pastries."

He thinks for a second "You know, I think one was named John. I mostly talked to a Phineus."

 

[El Jefe]

Oirhandir shook his head sadly. Slipping back into Elvish, he continued.

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"My friend, those were no workers.

Phineus

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came to a bad end when he lunged at

Troi

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there with a sword. Some of the others didn't fare too well, either. And the rest? After all that they surrendered their weapons and decided to give up banditry, or at least to take it up someplace else. If they got some of your delicious pastries, then they ended up with far better than they deserved."

He finished up in Common: "Say, if you cross paths with anyone else who had an unfortunate meeting with Phineus, either on the road or once you get to the festival, would you bid them to come see us? We have a truth-teller among us, and may be able to return some things to their rightful owners."

 

[Bront]

"Sure, that we will."

One of the other men curses in elven. "Excuse me, I must return to work on the wagon". Nods to everyone, and returns to help the men take the broken wheel off.

 

[Kishwa Dogteeth]

"Fang,

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if you won't eat one of those Jellywine Rolls, I will!"

, chuckled Oirhandir in Orcish...well, to the extent that it was possible to chuckle about anything in Orcish that didn't involve bloodshed.

Turning to the travellers, and shifting to his native Elvish, Oirhandir said,

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"Truly, it was our pleasure to help. But I couldn't help but notice that you are traveling in the same direction we are. Tell me, are you heading to

Covington

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as are we? And did you have to cross the River

Roars

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to get here? I have ill news of that crossing, but good news as well."

"Ney pastry fer me m'fraid" Fang replied in common before he shared an orcish proverb (in orcish) "Neyab yakstak Gik Lraek sugy" (translation- "If it walked, swam, crawled, or flew, its edible.").