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Strength: Devoted to his village & its people
the mayor says with a tut-tut.
"I must confess your colleague was a mite rude and downright belligerent. If there's one thing I pride myself on, it's the safety and happiness of the people I serve." Wayland twirls his cane around before plopping it onto the ground at his left side and leaning on it.
"But you seem very concerned about the receipts for our tax payments, so I'm guessing your man never showed up back at the castle with the money. Shouldn't surprise me, what with how he acted. But I understand your predicament. Tell you what..." He straightens back up and sticks a thumb out toward a hulk of a man standing just behind him.
"This here's my brother, Rupert. I'll extend to you the same courtesy I did to your colleague, Mr. Island or Highland or whatever his name was. You're welcome to stay in my manor, look through my books, do what you gotta do. We don't have an inn in town, so it's either my place, or pitch a tent somewhere, which you're also welcome to do. I can help you find the receipt tomorrow morning if you can wait around a bit.
"You might also be interested to know that it's our annual Founder's Festival this evening. We do a small festival each month, but this one..." He whistles.
"This one's the biggest. Games, food, music... We've even got a pageant this year! I hope you'll come on down. Might be a good chance for you to see how we do things down here in Buzzards' Ford so maybe next time the baron won't need to ask his tax collectors to sneak in through the back door?" He gives you all a wry smile.
The mayor turns to his brother.
"Rupert, why don't you stay 'round the house. Show these visitors in when they're ready. If they want to stay, they can put their things upstairs in the two spare bedrooms. Then show 'em where we keep the books. Should be a receipt in there." Turning back to you, he concludes.
"The festival gets underway at sunset. Should give you a couple hours to go around, see the village, talk to folks." Finally, he eyes the cart with the weapons and case of wine on it.
"Not sure what you're planning to do with all that. Just know that we're a peaceful village. Folks might spook a bit if you run 'round with swords and pointy sticks. But we do like wine, and it's hard to get the good stuff this far off the track." Finally, the mayor bows.
"Again, welcome to Buzzards' Ford. If you need me, I'll be down at the festival grounds getting things ready. Hope to see you soon."OOC:
TL;DR: He says Kellis Isle was a total jerk. Mayor's brother, Rupert, will let you into the manor house when you're ready to look for the receipts, but might be best to wait till mayor can help in the morning. (He's overwhelmed with festival prep at the moment.) You can also stay there tonight if you wish. No inn, so it's either the manor or a tent unless you have other ideas.
He suggests leaving your weapons in the room so you don't spook locals, but wine might be a good icebreaker with people or a gift at the festival.
Big festival tonight. Games, music, dancing, food, pageant. He invited you to attend. Starts at dusk (about 2-3 hours away).
