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"That's a fair amount of coin for simple caravan duty," Festus says. "Might want to ask around about this Silas feller. See what type of man he is."

Sylvan and Festus remain in the inn and enjoy what they suspect to be the last of their free meals. Ciar and Fulp head to the jewelers in an attempt to convert their excess coins into something easier to transport. Sparrow and Eohannud each depart as well to run simple errands.

if possible

Sylvan approaches Sparrow as he leaves. "Sorry for ditching you last night, but, well, things were looking pretty good. Can I get my gold back from you...minus your 10 gp of course."

The hooded man shares a meal with Festus. "Well, what now? Should we go ask about Silas or get a jump start on the festivities?"

Of course Syl, by the way....I used your 10 gold to buy myself a headache and dry mouth this morning, haha!

And think nothing of it friend. Sometimes people look at me differently I have noticed. In some places I am not as well accepted as others. You seem to be fitting right in here though, Sparrow says with a chuckle.

AleBelly wrote:The hooded man shares a meal with Festus. "Well, what now? Should we go ask about Silas or get a jump start on the festivities?"

"Well, truth be told," Festus begins around a mouthful of food, "would be nice to find a bank or someplace to stash me gold. Furfoot and Fulp might care fer shiny gems or such, but give me gold! Mayhap we can find a bank AND find out about this Silas feller in the process, eh?"

"We're of like minds. I asked about a bank, but Sandpoint doesn't have one. The Town Hall was suggested in its stead. Sounds like a good place to ask about Silas too" replies Sylvan.

If Festus agrees, Sylvan cleans his plate of very last morsel of food and searches for the Town Hall.

"To the Town Hall then," Festus says, wiping the crumbs out of his beard.

Before leaving for his morning business, Eohannud thanks Sylvan and Ciar for his share of the earnings. 'This will do nicely to buy a new suit for the festival! If I am lucky, I will have secured a patron by the end of the night; if not, the affections of a landed inheritrix will do just as well.'

He gives everyone a 'Goodbye for the moment! Shall we meet again before attending the festival, or is it every man for himself today?' as he walks out to shop at Vernah's Fine Clothing across town. 'This caravan business appears lucrative, but seems a bore. For my part I am inclined to see what other opportunities come up today: perhaps this town really is inordinately wealthy, and much can be made from ingratiating the peculiar hobbies of its inhabitants. Goblins' ears, indeed! Hah!'

"Yes, keep your ear tuned for other opportunities, Eo" agrees Sylvan. As he gets up to leave with Festus, he becomes more pensive. "Be on your guard, Festus. Nature has bestowed many blessings on us - wealth, bountiful food and drink, and - for me at least - some very pleasurable female companionship. I fear these same forces will be looking to balance our recent good fortune."

Festus nods with a grunt, very well aware of the heavy weight of gold in his pack, and follows Sylvan out into the street. He watches those he passes closely, and watches the shadows even closer...

Sylvan and Festus clear their plates and head to the Town Hall.

A loud explosion is heard, sounding like it originated near the 'White Deer Inn' you all have rooms in, or possibly the chapel. The local people in the immediate area initially jump, startled by the erruption, but quickly relax and even grow in excitement. Without exception, they all begin heading in the direction of the explosive sound. Listening in to the conversations of those acting so calm, two phrases repeated by most are the words "Father Zantus" and "thunderstone."

Sparrow is now wandering around outside by himself. When he hears the commotion, he instinctively checks all around him and his surroundings to make sure the noise wasn't some kind of diversion.

If he sees any of his party members, he will join up with them and see if they want to go and investigate the explosion.

Sylvan turns to Festus. "Such an obnoxious noise!" he exclaims. "I'm compelled to find the source of it." He starts walking towards the chapel.

"Reckon we oughta go check it out, eh?" Festus agrees, walking along with Sylvan.

Eohannud emerges from the town hall and follows the flow of traffic to the grounds nearby the inn and chapel.

Catching up with Sylvan and Festus, he hails them and asks them of their morning. 'I found a wondrous seamstress in town, as you can see. I would make her my bride tomorrow if she had an inheritance. I must ask her. But what of this noise? Do either of you recognise this Father Zantus character?'

Does the term 'thunderstone' ring any bells to Eohannud?

Moving to a new thread: I. Swallowtail Festival.

Regarding thunderstones, it is safe to assume they are a type of stone that, when thrown or struck against a solid object, produces a thunderous sound.