All Adventures are Local - Chapter 1

Roddric and Nàdair think about spirits for a second or two, both coming to the same conclusion: spirits are said to be the immortal energy inside every living being, but you don't know what could make them act like this.

Lady Elayne looks relieved when Maighan seems to understand the situation. She glances at Nàdair with narrowed eyes as the chalice of wine proves to be an illusion when she moves her hand through it. Then, when everyone is quiet again she speaks calmly, picking out her words as she goes.
Right, I had hoped you could start dealing with the wolf situation immediately - I rather see you all manage this in a civilised way rather than just shooting at anything that moves - but I don't want to risk an attack on the festival without you here to help protect us all. If we are indeed dealing with a necromancer gathering a group of undead and moving towards us rather than away, we should assume they're plotting an attack on the city itself, and what better day than today, when the gates are wide open and everyone is distracted and... Lady Elayne takes a deep breath, holding her hands firmly folded together so she won't grasp at the illusion again. I ask you to stay in town today, watch out for anything that's not right. Discretion is key, I don't want the festivities to be disrupted, this is our moment to show it's still safe to visit Bromwich.
I do expect you to address both the wolves and the undead issues and then, if you want and can, I think it would be good manners if you help Maighan and the others in Glitterhall take care of their spirits.
I only ask of you to give me updates whenever one of the tasks is finished, or if you need more help, other than that please don't waste time coming back here.
Elayne fishes a small round silver medallion on a silver chain from a pocket inside her dress and flips it open to reveal one side is completely coloured deep orange. She quickly closes it and puts it away again, getting up from the table. Now, if there are no further questions, I have to get this festival started. She waves a hand towards the door they all entered through.

Lady Elayne looks at Nàdair. We don't know what the druids will do, we don't know when the druids will take action, and I do not want to start a war with the werewolves, which might happen if Fegstaf attacks them. There's no way I can stop Fegstaf from hunting them, so I'm asking you to take care of it first. As for those bastards, now is not the time to get into the details. Let's just say the werewolves and I had a small disagreement about their location. Now go and let me work! She turns away and moves through the same door Piet used before.

Once you find yourselves outside the town is buzzing with activity. A large crowd has gathered in front of the stage where the mayor will soon have her little speech. Right now the stage is occupied by six elephants, the size of a sturdy dog, doing circus tricks; standing on their hind legs, blowing hats of people's heads, even making a small pyramid. The streets around town have turned into a river of bodies flowing two ways, in some places people keep right and the two "streams" move seemingly undisturbed, while in other places people move left and right bumping into each other, creating the ideal environment for pickpockets. Stalls of all varieties line the streets on both sides: (smoked) meats, fish, sweet baked goods, spices and herbs, oils and vinegars, fruits and vegetables from near and far. There were a few stalls filled with drinks from the brewery, others with tea and coffee and occasionally a woman who would tell your future if you gave her your empty cup. Stalls with fabrics, from sturdy burlap to the softest silks, woodcarvings, pottery, glass, trinkets of all kinds. Here and there in the mix you would find groups of people packed around tables with gambling games, cards, dice and nearest to you, visible from the mayor's house, a large square table with a maze build into it. Behind it stood a man with a jacket similar to that of the gnome you saw inside, though with less golden embroideries. He held a glass box with a dozen of tiny elephants, no larger than a common vole, letting four men pick one and place it in a corner of the box, before putting a single nut in the middle and then pushing a button, making panels drop to set the elephants free in the maze, hunting for their reward.
Those with good ears might be able to pick up the sounds of the nearest band playing on the next square over the laughter, shouts and general chitchat nearby. If you know the festival you'll remember the various spots where bards sing, play their instruments and tell stories from all over the world.

Nothing to see here...

As you disperse into the crowd, each headed off a different direction, you find the mood one befitting the event. Everyone seems festive and in generally good spirits.

Mönkhbat, you find a small stand staffed by a pair of goliaths. They greet you heartily. It's odd for you to find those that make you feel small, but this pair accomplishes that. On their little table, you see several gourds that they are pouring mugs out of. Five copper later, you are the proud owner of a new goat-horn drinking vessel full of what they call Fires of the Mists, a brew they cultivate in the mountains. You are familiar with the drink, though you don't know the two vendors. It is thick and heady, with a gentle burn at the back of your throat.

Nàdair, you bounce off into the crowd, heading right for the mini elephants. The race is entertaining and everyone seems to enjoy it, even those that lose. The sight of the tiny trumpeting creatures is enough to give anyone a smile. You hear familiar tales, and new. Silks of all colors seem to flow across some of the stalls, truly giving anyone what they are looking for.

Maighan, you follow along behind, keeping enough back that it's not obvious you two are traveling together in any fashion. Like Nàdair, you find silks of all colors.

Alata, you head off with the group, but rapidly turn your path away to head to some of the stages where performances are taking place. You see some people that may be considered odd, but then you realize they are part of the performance, playing villans in the little stage show.

Roddric, you continue along after Nàdair and Maighan, unsure wherelese to actually head.


Time Elapsed Since Festival Start - 1 hour

Current Party Locations
Group 1: Nàdair, Maighan, Roddric - Among the cloth vendors.
Group 2: Mönkhbat - Drinking and wandering.
Group 3: Alata - Near a side stage with a small play happening.

Group visibility
At this point, all three groups are out of touch with one another. It would take ~5-10 minutes of an hour block for one group to find any other group.