OOC: Since I'm not sure about Zantalus, the elf is accompanying Berm and Shalaye.
Zantalus and Berm, the latter with Shalaye on his arm, follow Rorbi toward the river. Kaer continues with Timit to meet Fandrake.
By the River's Edge
"The boy always fishes around here," Rorbi says.
The carnival currently rents the land east of Gold Tower Inn in
Gragmoor Quarry. Rorbi led Zantalus, Berm, and Shalaye across the King's Road toward the south-flowing Biryy Creek. The quartet now stands by the Biryy's east bank. Reeds grow thick along the water's edge. Willows droop their branches into the current. Looking up and down stream, there is no sign of Vandro. To the north, the trees grow more numerous, gradually turning into forest.
The Acrobat's Pit
Meanwhile, Kaer arrives at the sandpit used by acrobats for tumbling practice. Fandrake stands near the pit's center, hands on his hips, his thick red moustache bristling almost as much as his unruly eyebrows. The morning sun shines off his bald pate. In the far corner, the Bazemi Twins work on vaults and balance routines. More ominously, Houba, Mistress of Whips, loiters on a barrel.
"By the gods!" Fandrake exclaims. "Up before noon, Kaer? How diligent. Timit, forget your routines now. That simpleton Vandro has gone off who knows where, and Drent needs help with the cages. Just don't stand there with your mouth hanging open, boy! Move!"
Timit rushes off toward Drent's animal cages. Fandrake whirls on Kaer.
"Now, O Invulnerable One, I've got an idea...."
Fandrake proceeds to explain how lit tallows can be stuck to Kaer's torso so that Houba can crack them out with her whips. Houba appears to relish the idea.
OOC: Reactions and Perception checks, everyone, please.
