All Adventures are Local - Chapter 1

Mönkhbat: You grab the wrist of a young human, dressed in a brown jacket with a large hood. She turns her face up towards you, showing you the mask of Faesarin, the Dark. A woman's voice comes from behind the mask. You'll have to give me a drink first! She tries to break free with a short jerk, but Mönkhbat's grasp is strong enough to hold her.

Mönkhbat: Momentarily flabbergasted by Mönkhbat's response the woman let's him lead her away. After a few steps she whistles a certain short melody, but keeps walking with Mönkhbat. I don't know what you think of me sir, but I definitely didn't intend to inappropriately touch you. It is all just a misunderstanding, really.
Please roll another perception check.

Alata, Maighan, Nàdair, Roddric: After Nàdair's magnificent performance a big applause sounds, cheers here and there, only a pair of elderly man look sourly from a ledge on the side of the crowd, like they've done with every performance so far. Jekkers encourages the crowd to cheer louder, pretending he can't hear them, winking at Nàdair. After a moment Nàdair is ushered off the stage by a man holding 9 unlit torches, getting ready for his juggling performance. The crowd becomes silent as the first torch lights up, but suddenly a short melody is whistled on tge right side of the crowd, immediately echoed on the left side.
if you want you can each roll a perception check as well.

Mönkhbat: When the woman whistles a man at a nearby stall drops the figurine he was observing and rushes away towards the town's edge. You hear the whistle repeated several times through the crowd, growing softer as it moves further away from you.
While walking away from the crowd Mönkhbat spots two figures, one hooded and one dressed in inconspicuous clothes, follow you at a small distance. Once you stop they didn't each other, being joined by three others, froming a huddled group of five (two hooded with masks, 2 male and 1 female dressed nondescript) standing just out of normal earshot.
The woman cocks her head slightly, crossing her arms, after glimpsing at the group. You're not from around here, are you? You have no idea who we are?Look, I didn't pick you because you looked easy, au contraire, you looked like a challenge. It was a sort of test and I failed and I will get my punishment for that. But these friends you speak of aren't here to have a drink, and more will arrive soon. I like you, I would enjoy picking your brain over a drink or two, but we won't have that chance right now. I can signal them all is well, but I have a feeling they've had instructions from upper hand to ignore that in a situation like this. I think it's best if we part ways now, but... She leans in a bit closer, voice not more than a whisper If you're up for it I'll be glad to take a drink from one of your gourds at sundown, just outside the town's gate. She stands back up, glancing over at the group that has now turned into 7 figures.

Alata, Maighan, Nàdair, Roddric: The juggler seems to get distracted by the whistles, fumbling with the lit torch and accidentally setting his hair on fire! He drops the torch, which is quickly extinguished by a member of the stage crew, and runs off stage. The people right in front of the stage jump back, some screaming, moving the entire crowd into a jumble. The two grumpy men on the ledge start laughing loudly, one falling backwards.

Roddric, unfortunately you are too far away from the stage to do anything to help and the man has run off even further away from you fast.

Mönkhbat: The girl sighs, heavily, with enough sass that you can just about hear her eyes roll behind the mask. Dimitrov, come here please. The man has questions. she says, voice just slightly louder than normal tones. From out of the crowd, you see a frail looking human walk forward, leaning heavily on a gnarled walking stick. With his appearance, she pulls away from you, backing away slowly. You note that while the crowd has thinned as you moved into the alley, there do seem to be more small groups of people starting to gather here, but most carry themselves more like fighters and less like jubilant, half drunk, festival goers.

Roddric/Maighan: As you take off, you don't really pay close attention to your feet nor your shoulders. It's been a bit and you bump into tables here and there, people grunting with frustration as you bump into them, spilling the occasional drink. Soon, though, the thick press of bodies fades as you get an alley or two away from the main festival. You spy Mönkhbat with a collection of people forming around him about thirty feet off in the distance.

Alata/Nàdair: Nàdair, you do notice that Harrie Jekkers is running the opposite direction of all the other people. While the others are following the random groups of people, what are you up to?