Lester
*The town that Dragovin and Evette would come across would be only an hour down the path, passing the border between Salvainia and Tadon Barana. The sun had just began to lower in the sky, coloring the evening in it's orange and purple tones. It was common for towns to celebrate Auctobalfest as well as they could, but this town, by the name of Afarun, seemed to be either wealthier than most or very excited for Auctobal Day. All throughout, posts standing up to 12ft high were raised with pumpkins atop them, many carved and with candles inside. Children ran about the streets chasing after each other, most having their faces painted as animals or harlequins. Music could be heard from atop temporary stages, either constructed by carpenters or some who just had a barrel to stand upon. Food was streaming out of bakeries, butcher shops, and taverns, with mead and ale being passed around heartily. Even though this town bordered the desert, it seemed a makeshift pumpkin patch was assembled, with the pumpkins numbering in the upper dozens.*

*Dragovin approached one of the pumpkin posts towards the outside of the town, reading the papers that had been tacked to it. The lore of Auctobal Day was recounted, with far greater illustration than he had heard before. The post went on to advertise every game that typically joined the event, with arm-wrestling and drinking contests, tomato throwing and face painting games, as well as times for shows and feasts to properly begin. The town had started early and seemed all the happier for it, carving pumpkins, singing songs, and just happy to be together in peace. Dragovin looked back to Evette with a smile.* "Think they have bread here?"
Kevin
Evette was in awe of Afarun's Auctobalfest set up. The high posts, the pumpkins carved up with candles within, the stalls with all the happy people and not to mention the smells! How lucky for us that we came to this town, she thought as she followed Dragovin up to one of the posts. Nailed to the post was a piece of parchment with a lot of markings on it. 
"Oh, for sure!" Maybe even some cakes or pies or honeycomb or candied apples or..." She paused, trying to think of what else they could eat. "Or other delicious things, I'm sure!" Still, smiling she asked, "What does the parchment mean?"
Lester
*Dragovin flipped through the pages, skimming the descriptions of the day.* "It's just a story about Auctobal and why they celebrate today. They also have lots of games and the like here." *Dragovin tried to find the things that he thought would interest her the most.* "They have pie eating contests, face painting, pumpking carving, arm wrestling, feasts, shows, all sorts of stuff." *He moved so that Evette could see the parchment as well as he looked around. Long tables were set up by the streets, close to little vendor shops and booths for games. Games of tomato run and cornhole were still being set up as the eating and drinking games seemed to have started early. Dragovin shifted his gear a bit and palmed his bag of silver. He didn't have much, but it wouldn't hurt to spend some copper here.*
Kevin
As Dragovin moved so that she could get a better look at the parchment, Evette, in turn, leaned forward to get a closer look. *Ahhmmmmerggg.* She still could not make out the meaning of the markings. They didn't form a picture so she assumed it must be some sort of code. 
Her face lit up when he mentioned face painting. "Face painting! Oh lets! That would be wonderful!"
Lester
*The face painting booth would actually by one of the closest booths to the pair, evident by the children all playing around it. Couples sat and played as well, along with a couple of artist-types, but it was primarily the youth who dominated this crowd. The older kids would paint a face and make the painted kid guess the animal before they were allowed to see it. The younger children, however, would be allowed to guess even after they saw their own painted face, as sometimes the painters were a bit... Amateur. An older man with a long white beard and cloudy eyes ran the booth, handing out small trays of paint and brushes.* 

*Dragovin walked with Evette towards the scene, chuckling at the children as they happily played. He turned towards his companion, gesturing to the old man.* "So, do you want to paint, or should I?
Kevin
Evette laughed at the children playing around the other children as they painted the faces of their friends. It was heartwarming to see children play without worries or fear especially after all the horror in the lands they left behind. As the got closer and were able to fully survey the booth and its area. It looked like the number of cat faces was currently winning out. 

"I'll do the painting! You just find a seat." With that firm statement she approached the ancient looking man behind the booth. She reminded herself to use her proper words and silently practiced what she was going to say before speaking. "Hello! One paint set and a couple brushes. Please." She proceeded to open her coin pouch and pick out one of the gold metals. That was everyone's favourite and she imagined something like this would definitely be the value of a gold one. With a smile, she placed it gingerly on the table of his booth.
Lester
*The old man gave a small laugh and shook his head, hearing the clink of metal on his table.* "No, no, nobody pays to paint. Not while I'm here." *He simply left the gold piece there for Evette to retrieve, placing the paints and brushes beside it. The man gestured to the children having fun.* "This, this noise, is payment enough." *He smiled contently as he let Evette take the materials.*

*Dragovin found a stool near a mirror, taking his seat. He was careful to remove and place his coat on the ground close to him. He figured if any paint dripped, he'd have an easier time washing it off of his armor. He kept it on as habit, waiting for Evette.* "Okay, I trust you."
Kevin
Evette cocked her head to one side and blinked, surprisedly, at the old man. He didn't want the gold metal? She had never seen someone not take it. Sometimes they would take it and give back other metals but never just refuse. Nevertheless, she picked up the metal and placed it back with the others before scooping up the paint supplies. Hurrying back over to Dragovin she set her paints up at the spot he had chosen.

Evette laughed. "I am glad you trust me! Your face is about to become a work of art." Pressing the rounded end of the paint brush to her lips, she looked his face over with a critical eye. Evette bopped the tip of his nose, "I can see it now." Smiling, she set to work on painting his face so that he would resembled a cute deer.
Lester
*Dragovin flinched as Evette tapped his nose, laughing a bit. He closed his eyes and leaned his head a bit forwards so that she could work freely. Occasionally, is nose would twitch or lips would curl when the brush moved across his face, but never by much. A few children came to gather around as Evette worked sitting by her feet to look up at Dragovin as she painted his face. He cracked an eye open when she was on a different part of his face, raising an eyebrow at the little kids. He wanted to make a comment, but did not want to risk ruining Evette's work. He'd wait for her to tell him when she was finished.*
Kevin
Lightly dipping the brush into the black paint she concentrated on filling in the bottom half of his nose and straight down to his top lip, filling that in black as well. As the kids started to gather, she worked on applying white dots to the cheeks and perimeter of his face. With a laugh, as she caught him peeking, she started applying paint to give his eyes a wider and larger appearance. 
Clapping with joy at what she had created she informed him that she was finished. "Alright! You're all set! Isn't he adorable kids?"
Lester
*The children clamored in excitement, now a small crowd of about eight gathering. Some look to Dragovin, the armored man with four arms and a painted deer face, and others looked to Evette, with a pair of antlers so real, the children weren't sure if they were for a costume or not. Dragovin opened his eyes now, blinking a bit to adjust to the still drying paint.* "Well, I have to guess what I am now. Any hints?" *The children giggled at this, looking up to Evette to see if she would help him or let him just guess aloud.*
Kevin
Evette smiled and rolled her eyes. "Well, adorable is one hint. You're currently impersonating the cutest animal that roams the land." She looked down at the excitable children. "Does anyone want to give him another hint?"
Dena
Korin walked from the tribes to one of the border states finding a festival to join in on. He wore his simple furs, his weapons left hidden in a dead tree outside of the town. He didn't have the resources or materials to put a costume together so he decided to go as his normal self. A wide smile on his face, happy to simply be a part of the festivities.
Lester
*Korin would walk into quite the festive scene, with dancing people filling the streets, moving to the music coming from the few bards and minstrels the town had. People filled table seats and booths, drinking and eating with each other, laughing all the while. Contests of every kind were going on, if one looked hard enough. People tried to eat faster, drink faster, run faster than each other, all in the spirit of fun. Pumpkin posts, a dozen feet high, were all around the city, detailing the event and activities gong on.*

*Dragovin could very quickly put together what animal he had been painted as, but thought he'd spoil the fun if he guessed too fast.* "Well, could I get some more hints?" He asked the children around Evette.* 

*One girl had a visible pout crossing her arms unhappily.* "Well, you're not a bunny." *She dragged her shoe in the dirt, clearly wishing that she was painted as a bunny. Another boy stepped up, practically jumping up and down in excitement.* "You're uh, your'e missing your uh!" *He waved his hands over his head, forgetting the word he was looking for.*

*Dragovin put one hand under his chin, tapping his nose as he pretended to think, purposely getting black paint on his finger.* "I wonder what I am. Maybe... A deer?"
Dena
Korin walked around smiling widely at everything happening. He looked around deciding one of the races seemed interesting. He approached the person in charge of it and spoke to them. "Hi, how are you? I'm uh, interested in the race how would I join that?"
Kevin
Stifling a laugh, Evette rolled her eyes again. It was good of him to give the children a chance to participate. Her laughter died as he touched the tip of his nose, smudging some of the paint. "Hey! Hey! Hey! Careful! You'll ruin my greatest masterpiece." She watched the boys and girls get rowdy once again when he guessed correctly what he was. "Very clever but then again you did have quite a bit of help." She smiled and out of the corner of her eye she could see another traveler enter the town and walk towards another one of the other booths. How wonderful to be in such a lively place. 

"Did you want to give one of these charming younglings a makeover as repayment for their help?" She asked Dragovin, noticing the sullen girl.
Lester
*The person in charge seemed to be a boy of about 15, who was admittedly tall for his age. He crossed his arm's looking past Korin as spoke.* "Well, that depends. You're not some boring adult, right?" *The boy was seeming to be very picky about who was in the race, with only kids around the game runner's age. Behind the kid was a bucket of rotten tomatoes. Wonder what those are for...*

*Dragovin nodded and stepped to the side, patting the stool while look at the girl who seemed to favor bunnies. She walked over, her spirits suddenly brightened, and plopped down on the seat. As he grabbed the paints, he saw his own face in the mirror. Dragovin laughed and shook his head. A few hours ago he'd been stressing about what he would do with himself, and now he was painted up as a deer and ready to turn this child into a bunny. Auctobalfest was one of the nicer things in Drase. Using the white paint, he started to make the cover the child's face. He wan't much of an artist, but he would do his best.*
Dena
Korin smiled, "Depends on your definition of boring. I like to believe that I am not boring compared to most adults." He chuckled lightly.
Kevin
Evette joined the rest of the children on the ground as Dragovin went to work on turning the young girl into a rabbit. She hadn't been in this new land long but it already seemed much more preferable to where she was living before. Why didn't all the people live over here? Quite the mystery. The young girl twitched her noise whenever the paintbrush would tickle her face. Evette giggled along with the other children while enjoying the cool night air, and waited for Dragovin to finish with his painting.
Lester
*The boy thought for a second, then nodded.* "Okay, we're playing tomato run. The way it works is that you all line up here," *He said, pointing at a line drawn in the dirt, then at another line about 50ft away where a scarecrow stood,* "And then there and then back. Then you gotta throw a tomato and hit the scarecrow. Whoever does it first wins." *The boy then picked up a rotten tomato, squeezing it in his hand a bit so that the juices came out.* "Whoever does it last is the new scarecrow. Interested?"

*Dragovin finished with the white paint, then took the black and made dots for the whiskers. Then, he took the pink paint for the bunny nose. However, he made the nose a little too big and, well, not nose shaped at all. The girl still looked like a bunny, just at a distance.* "Uh, well, there you go! Guess what it is!" *The little girl immediately whipped around to the mirror and looked at herself, cocking her head a bit.* "What is it?" *All the kids giggled a bit, and Dragovin looked to Evette, seeming a bit sheepish.*
Dena
Korin smiled, "I would be happy to give this an attempt." He said, "Never had such a strange goal, but strange makes for dun times."