All Adventures are Local - Chapter 1

Nàdair: You definitely notice him moving opposite everyone else, but between flamehead running one way, Harrie running another, the crowd moving yet another way you can't really get a good feeling on his behaviour one way or the other. For the moment, you take off at a dash after him, but he's moving pretty quickly. For the time being, you still can spot where he is, but it becomes more difficult with every footfall. How long do you want to chase the musician?

Maighan and Roddric: Roddric, you are able to keep tabs on the figures as they move, given that the crowd is moving much the same direction.

Alata: You push your way through the crowd with little concern for their presence. More than one beer sloshes across your clothes, and no fewer than three empty mugs get thrown at you as you disregard people's space.

Nàdair: You're able to follow his trail for about thirty seconds, before you find yourself chasing nothing but a memory of his look. Turning about at this point, you can't figure out which way he may have gone, other than away. In addition, you've now lost sight of the others in the group.

Mönkhbat: Dimitrov steps forward, a smile across his face. Aye half-breed. I'll share a drink with you. What are you offering? Through his lips you can see teeth that have seen better decades, and his eyes hold a shadow of something darker than you've seen in a long time.

Dimitrov takes the offered gourd and takes a good solid drink, wiping drips of the liquid from his lips when he hands it back. That is mighty tasty.

Alata/Roddric/Maighan, you see Mönkhbat swapping a gourd back and forth with a rail-thin man.

Nàdair, you can attempt to track your folks with a Survival check, or you can take the rest of the hour and eventually find your way to them. Up to you!

Mönkhbat: Dimitrov chuckles. You've got it all wrong Mönkhbat. We're not that local, we don't grant favours or give offers you can't refuse, and if the guards weren't so busy chasing their tails they would lock us up rather than take our bribes. Our presence here is purely business, our home is a bit away. Dimitrov looks at you and shrugs. You look like someone that doesn't mind a bit of walking, so if you're really interested in what we do I can give you directions. Several individuals around shift uncomfortably, clearly not happy with Dimitrov suggesting he'd give the directions to their home base to a stranger.

Nàdair: As you turn around you see a glimpse of Roddric and Maighan, Roddric holding on to Maighan's sleeve (or hand?). When you start making your way after them you also notice a spray of of drinks flying through the air as someone pushes their way through the crowd, when you look a bit closer you see that someone is Alata, making his way into a small street off the square. You can easily spot him stopping a few feet back from what seems to be a gathering of several groups of people all looking at Mönkhbat and another man sharing a drink and having a chat.

Roddric and Maighan: